Page 13 of Beyond Me (Beyond Me #1)

He stiffened. Anger seemed to beat from his figure, confusing me.

“I do what I want, when I want. I make my own schedule, travel anywhere in the world, and have enough money and security not to worry. But there’s no one on the other end.

If I dropped off the face of the earth, no one would give a shit. ”

I sucked in my breath. The sudden vulnerability in his features fisted my heart and squeezed. How could that be possible? James Hunt had everything. Didn’t he? “Your parents? Friends? Siblings, cousins?”

His profile remained carved in stone. “I’m an only child. I was pretty much raised by my housekeeper, private tutors, and learned everything needed to be the perfect society boy. It wasn’t until later that I began to question my role.”

“What role?”

“I was a prop. My parents only wanted one child so they could raise it to be what they needed. They’d sweep in to parade me in front of their friends, or at a party, or to show off.

Most of the time they barely spoke with me, unless it was with demands on who I could see, how I should behave, all that crap.

” His voice became distant and cold. “When I figured out fucking up would at least bring their wrath, that was good enough for me. At least I got some reaction at first. Dad focused on getting me some reputable career or drafting me into the banking empire, but he doesn’t get it.

I’d die. I tried talking to him about it, but he didn’t give a shit.

Neither did Mom. So they gave up on me, released my trust fund money, and threatened to disown me if I humiliated them. ”

“I’m sure they didn’t mean it. Parents threaten things all the time.”

Shadows flickered over his face. “No. They meant it. They check up on me, of course. Skype, text, an occasional call. But not to really talk or find out what I’m up to.

They want to be sure I haven’t done anything to wreck the family name.

My last visit was a clusterfuck. I got an hour at breakfast, and they both cited shit excuses to avoid me the rest of the weekend.

I have no other family—they were both only children—and my friends?

As I told you, they like what I can give them but if I had no money, they wouldn’t stick. ”

“Maybe you never give them a chance?” I suggested gently. “I’m sure they’d care about you whether or not you had buckets of money.”

He laughed, but it was bitter and without humor.

“You still don’t get it, do you, Quinn? I’m a complete mirage.

Underneath, there’s nothing there. I go from one event to another, one place to the next.

My friends just happen to be the ones I take with me for the ride, and when I drop them off, they happily leave.

I’m a fucking ghost. Maybe it’s good. No one gets hurt. No complications. Easy in, easy out.”

“Why are you telling me this?” My voice trembled.

There was something greater growing between us; a seed that sprouted and would soon become Jack’s beanstalk with just a bit of care and tenderness.

But how could such a connection happen in a day?

Was that even possible? Or was I living in my own mirage, with no responsibilities and reality to intrude in perfection?

His eyes blazed. “So you know. You need to know who I am, what type of person you’re with. I’m not like you. I never will be like you. Do you understand?”

My hand shook around the glass. “You don’t know anything about me,” I whispered. “Don’t try to tell me what I can and can’t handle.”

He rose from the chair and clenched his fists. I swallowed as a rush of sexual energy punched the air. “You take care of people. Forgive them. You’re strong and real, and I don’t want you to forget it. But at the end of this week, you’re gonna get on that plane and walk away. Without me.”

My cheeks flamed. How dare he? “Don’t flatter yourself,” I said coldly.

“I’m not a naive little virgin who’s going to beg to stay with you.

I have a life back in Chicago, and just because we have great sex doesn’t mean I’ll drop everything to be your groupie.

You’re a conceited asshole if you think it does. ”

He shut his eyes tight and seemed to struggle with something deeper. I waited, ready to walk away, ready to fight. His low voice stole my breath and my need to retreat. “That warning isn’t for you, little girl.” His eyes flew open and blazed hot and fierce. “It’s for me.”

Raw sexual energy swarmed between us. I knew he was admitting something he didn’t want to, and had no idea how to process. He was messing with my head, big time, and I was getting sick of it. “What the hell does that mean anyway?” I hissed.

Emotion tightened my throat at the look of his face. Pain. Frustration.

Vulnerability.

“Damn you,” he whispered. “Why’d you have to come here and fuck everything up?”

“Fuck you.” I spun on my heel with the intention of getting the hell away from him, but his fingers grasped my arm and yanked me back. He lifted me up. His gaze raked over my face, studying me so intently I felt stripped and naked.

“Don’t you get it?” His voice shook. “You’re too good for me, Quinn. Soon you’re going to see it and leave. And I’ll be the one left behind.”

Shock held me immobile, but he didn’t wait for me to process.

He slammed his mouth over mine in a fierce kiss.

His grip gentled and he hoisted me up. I groaned and opened my mouth to his thrusting tongue, wrapping my legs tight around his hips as he ripped off my robe.

I speared my fingers into his hair and pulled hard, and with a rough curse, he walked me a few steps until my back slammed against the wall.

Our mouths drank hungrily from each other, biting, sucking, like two animals crazed to mate, and he must’ve grabbed a condom from his pocket, because I was suddenly sinking on top of him and he filled me completely.

“Ahhh!” A cry ripped from my mouth. His cock was huge and thick, piercing right through my body and filling it up, until there was no space or thought or safe place from him.

He held my hips and roughly guided me up and down, my head scraping the wall, my teeth biting deep into my lower lip and drawing blood.

The sensations cut and wracked through my body like knives shredding flesh, and the pleasure became so fierce it was almost pain.

My pussy clenched tight, and then I was coming, coming so hard and fast I thought I’d die with the agony of such release, and he was shouting my name and coming with me.

He didn’t let go, holding me tight, kissing me gently and caressing my cheeks, telling me I was beautiful and magnificent and that I was everything.

And I knew something had changed. A portal had opened within my soul, and it was all for him, for as long as he wanted me. And I knew I was stupid for thinking we could work out, but I didn’t care, so I held him tight and let him care for me, and pretended this was forever.