Chapter 22 – Boys of Summer
A little voice inside my head said
“Don’t look back, you can never look back.”
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go
But…
Dj Sammy
Her hips bucked upwards as
he thrust deep into her cunt. A deep moan roared in his ears while fingernails
dug into the flesh of his back. He gathered her legs over his arms, giving him
the leverage to fuck her even harder. Everything in the world slipped away in
these final moments. Sweat poured from him as every muscle he had contracted,
forcing all of his power into his cock.
The bed bounced under the vigor
of their coupling, the sound of their flesh slapping together, and her constant
cries of ecstasy was the only thing that existed for him. They both were a symphony
yearning for their crescendo. Her body was letting him know that she was almost
on the edge, it rippled then tensed beneath him. She grabbed for the headboard.
He was too slick to hold onto in this position. Her inner muscles clamped down
on him, crushing him within those velvet walls. He gave rapid, shallow thrusts,
continually stroking that one spot inside her, until she threw her head back,
screaming his name. A loud sigh then she went languid, staring up at him with the
merest trace of a smile gracing her sweet lips.
He winked and grinned down
at her before resuming the thrusts that most pleasured him. He still had to
reach his own orgasm. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he lost
himself in the feel of her body. The smell of her sweet musk, her feet on his
back, and the love vibrating between them was all it took. He came with a grunt
as he pushed as far into her as her body would allow him. His seed spilled deep
within her while she milked him until he had nothing left to give. Then he
collapsed into her waiting arms.
“Good morning, Spike,” Buffy
whispered drowsily, running her hands along his back as he tried to regain his
breath. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, pet,” he
whispered.
~~~~~~~
Something was vibrating. It
was tickling her cheek, forcing her to return to wakefulness. Raven groaned, as
she searched with eyes still closed, beneath her pillow to find the offending
item. It was her cell phone. Once it was in her hand, she glanced at the caller
ID then smiled. It was Connor.
“Hello,” Raven whispered,
throwing back the covers. She stood, made sure that Molly and Amanda were still
asleep before tip toeing into the bathroom. After closing the door behind her,
she took a seat on the toilet lid. “What’s going on?”
“Missed you that’s all,”
Connor said, with a chuckle. “Elijah and Aidan are still sleeping so I came out
to the porch to call you. How is it going down there?”
“Okay, I guess. Daddy and I
had a fight last night. He can be such a prick sometimes.”
“I hope you didn’t tell him
that.”
Raven could hear the
amusement in her boyfriend’s voice. It made her smile because Connor was always
the perfect gentleman around Spike. It wasn’t that he was really afraid of her
father. It was a respect thing that kept the trouble to a minimum.
“In a round about way,”
Raven said, giggling. “I wouldn’t dare put it exactly like that.”
“Good, it would probably end
up being my fault,” Connor said with a dramatic sigh. “Whenever you mess up,
somehow it inevitably leads back to me.”
“It’s the Victorian in him,”
Raven explained. “He still thinks on some level that women are chattel.”
“And very nice ones, too,”
Connor said. “I wonder how much of a dowry I’m going to get for taking you on.”
He was teasing her but it
didn’t stop a thrill from running through Raven. It showed that on some level
he was planning a future for them. So, why was it taking him so long to treat
her like a woman? She cleared her throat.
“I saw Kate last night,”
Raven said, hesitantly. “I’ve got a few sample packets and a prescription.”
There was silence on the
other end of the phone. She waited for a few seconds as her heart dropped into
her stomach.
“Are you planning on
attacking me as soon as you get back?”
It was supposed to be a joke,
but it rankled against her insecurities. The laugh he gave was stilted as he
tried to cover up. Raven could feel tears beginning to gather.
“I thought you might want to
know, that’s all.” She paused for a moment. “We are in this together aren’t
we?” Her fingers crossed for the reassurance she needed.
Connor sighed. “Rave, you
know I love you, but…sometimes I feel like you’re running the show. Shouldn’t I
be doing that?”
“Are you like Spike? Want to
be the macho cave man telling his woman what to do?” Raven laughed. Reaching
out she grabbed the end of the toilet paper roll and twirled it around her
finger. “I mean, don’t I get a say in this relationship?”
“Of course you do,” Connor
said. “It’s just that I’m feeling pressured to get ahead of where we are. I
want things to follow their natural course.”
“You want us married first?”
Raven asked, incredulous that he might be harboring such old fashioned notions.
It had never come up before, but then they didn’t really talk about the future
much. And as she recollected, sex wasn’t really brought up that much. They made
out, sometimes going to the brink, but Connor never would take them over the
edge.
“Not necessarily that but,”
Connor paused. “You’re still young and…”
“I’m not a virgin,
remember?”
“How could I forget?”
Connor sounded disappointed,
and a little resigned to the fact. It didn’t seem possible that her having sex
once in her life was keeping them from being together. Could it?
“Do you think less of me?”
Raven asked. She was afraid of the answer because she wasn’t sure where it
would leave them if it was.
“Look, Rave, I just don’t
want to rush this relationship and us…you know.”
“Is there something wrong
with me?”
She had to bite back the sob
that threatened to choke her. How could this be happening? Yesterday life
seemed so good. Everything was planned out and she had so much to look forward
to despite the prophecy. First it was the fight with her father, now this. The
men she counted on the most seemed intent on letting her down.
“No, of course not,” Connor
tried to reassure her or was he just placating her? “You know I love you.”
“Are you in love with me
though?” Raven asked.
She had loved him since the
first moment she had met him almost three years ago. Never had she lied about
her feelings or what she wanted. She took people’s advice and dated others,
made Connor her friend, but her heart had already decided. It had only gotten
stronger with time.
They had finally become a
couple after the fight with the First. She had been so lost and hurt. Connor
had held her together, was with her for days on end until she could find her
way back to the living again. They hadn’t been separated since. Her stomach
lurched as she realized that maybe he was with her out of a sense of duty and
not because he had fallen in love.
“I don’t know if I can ever
really love anyone,” Connor said, simply. “Life with Holtz left me with
memories I can’t out run. I’m afraid that one day that I’m going to lose it.”
“Do you want to be free?”
It was the hardest question
she had ever asked anyone. And she already knew the answer. He didn’t trust or
love her enough to share his problems with her. He had done his duty by
standing by her in her moment of need.
“I need some time, Raven,”
Connor pleaded. “Please, it’s just this…the sex, it would be a commitment that
I couldn’t walk away from and I need to be sure.”
“I love you,” Raven sobbed.
She clicked the phone off
then slid to the floor. It was over. The love of her life was gone in a twenty
minute phone conversation. The years she had spent dreaming, planning and
waiting were all for nothing. She couldn’t accept it.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
Amanda cooed, coming to sit beside her. Arms held her while she cried. Nothing
was ever going to be the same and anger over his deception began to take hold.
~~~~~~~
Faith took another bite of
her eggs before looking up at Dylan. She wished she knew what his game was. Why
was he so interested in her? It wasn’t love that was for damn sure. His eyes
were so cold sometimes that it sent chills along her spine. Other times he could
be the sweetest, most charming man she had ever met.
“You like ‘em?” Dylan asked,
waving his fork over her plate. “You’re kind of playing with them, more than
eating them.”
“Sorry,” Faith apologized, giving
him an innocent look. “I’m just nervous about all this.”
“What is this?” Dylan asked,
looking puzzled at her remark.
She laughed then shook her
head. Her hand went to the pendent around her neck. The gift he had brought by
the Hyperion last night. It wasn’t an expensive piece, even she knew that. It
was pretty certainly. A silver and turquoise cross that he said seemed more her
style than the other things she wore. She did like it, but wondered why it
couldn’t have waited until this morning.
“You and me,” Faith said,
honestly. “You giving me gifts. It’s not something I’m really used to.”
“Oh, so pretty boy didn’t
shower you with roses and champagne,” Dylan said. The sarcasm wasn’t lost on
her and she resisted the urge to slap his hand as he stole a piece of toast
from her plate.
“He knows they aren’t my
thing.” Faith shrugged. “And no, he hasn’t given me a lot of presents.”
“He should have,” Dylan
said, drinking the last of his orange juice. “A woman like you should be
pampered.”
“Like a poodle?”
“Ha, ha,”
Dylan snarked. “So, question for ya?”
“The floor is yours,” Faith
said, reaching for the salt. She poured it generously over her eggs, tasted
them again, decided it would do and returned to eating. The little diner near
the hotel was okay. The food wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst either.
And nothing like the restaurant that Max used to take her to for Sunday brunch.
Never would she think that she would enjoy something as fancy as Eggs Benedict
but she did. She missed them.
“You said you were confused
as to what you and I were doing together,” Dylan said, reaching over to stroke
her free hand with his thumb. “But yet every time I try to get closer you push
me away. So, what gives?”
“Told you I’m still trying
to figure out what I’m doing,” Faith said, pulling her hand free and sitting
back. “I just want to have a good time without a lot of, you know…”
“Sex?” Dylan asked. “You
weren’t giving it up to Maxy and now you won’t let me get close.” He waved his
hands. “I thought you were Miss Independent and sexually free.”
“Maybe I turned gay,” Faith
said, laughing. This game was getting a little more complicated than she had
thought. Why did men always want sex? It made the whole life she was living
more difficult. She shrugged. “Look, you want the truth.”
“Yeah.”
“I think you’re using me as
a way to make it look like you’re not head over heels for Spike,” Faith said,
deciding to see what a little pushing might reveal. “I would really hate for
you to be fucking me and thinking about him.”
Dylan laughed. Her eyes
widened with surprise. The little shit had more nerve than she thought he did.
“I’m sorry, pet,” Dylan
crowed. “Your body is a little different than his, Buffy maybe, but not Spike.”
“Asshole,” Faith fumed at
the Buffy remark. She was as angry at herself for being angry as she was at
feeling the competitiveness return. It wasn’t supposed to be like this anymore,
not for her and not now. Things had changed. She shook her head to dispel the
emotions that were keeping her from what was important.
He winked.
“Knew that would tick you
off,” Dylan said. “Let’s be honest. You’re with me to try and keep my attention
from the happily married Spike. And I’m with you because I think you’re hot and
I like you.”
“Oh, bullshit,” Faith
exclaimed. “If Spike came up to you right now and wanted to fuck you’d go for
it.”
“Hell, yeah,” Dylan said.
“That man is unbelievably hot with a great body and tight ass. Have you gotten
a load of those cheekbones?” He laughed. “And please, don’t tell me you’ve
never thought about it.”
“Once for only a moment but
then I realized how much he loves Buffy,” Faith said. “There is no one that can
pry them apart and believe me some have tried.”
“I haven’t tried,” Dylan
said. “Not yet anyway.”
“Won’t work because he loves
her with everything he’s got.”
Dylan just smiled.
to be continued…
