Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(72)

He was barely aware of her screams as she throbbed violently around him. One second he was licking his lips and trying desperately to thrust his h*ps against her and the next he was fighting back a scream as he felt himself release inside of her.

It felt so f**king good. So right and he knew this was the biggest f**kup of his life.

Chapter 24

“Get dressed,” Chris said tightly as he pulled out of her and let her legs drop over the side of the car.

When she could only lie there sprawled on the hood of the car as she tried desperately to catch her breath, he tossed the plaid shirt at her. “Get dressed,” he repeated more coldly this time.

Hugging the shirt to her chest she slowly sat up. It took twice as long as it should have, but that probably had something to do with the fact that her body was shaking violently with the aftermath of her release.

She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that not only had she wanted sex, but she’d actually enjoyed it, really enjoyed it. It was a bit surprising that the best sex of her life had also been the quickest sex of her life. It barely lasted a half a minute and there had been no thrusting, although she had tried several times to move against him, but the position he’d had her in hadn’t allowed any movement or participation on her part.

“We need to get going, Munchkin.”

For a moment she simply sat there trying to make sense of everything. She tried to figure out how she’d gone from a three a.m. meeting to ha**ng s*x with a guy she didn’t particularly like, but couldn’t stop craving on top of a car in the middle of an abandoned parking lot. Her life had never been exactly normal, but this was ridiculous.

“Get in the car, Munchkin. We need to go now,” Chris snapped irritably as he pulled on a gray tee shirt.

Weren’t men supposed to be mellow after sex? Or maybe this was just the way men acted after ha**ng s*x with her, she thought bitterly as she pulled her shirt on. She’d had sex with three men in her life and not once had any of them cuddled her, kissed her, or told her how much she meant to them afterwards.

No, instead she got complaints, dirty looks and a whole hell of a lot of drama. She was so sick of being treated like garbage and a walking disappointed. There wasn’t a single person in her life who’d ever been happy, truly happy with the person that she was.

Her parents never bothered to hide the fact that they wished her brother had been the one to survive the birth. Hell, every year on her birthday they made a huge cake for the child that would never be and somehow forgot about her. Christmas had been such joy in her house, a few meager gifts under the tree for her and five days of depression for her parents. Of course that was until she turned twelve and her parents felt she was old enough to watch herself for a few days while went away so that they wouldn’t have to be reminded of what would never be.

They went away so damn often that she doubted they figured out that she’d moved out at sixteen for a several months. Then again if they noticed she was gone she had no idea since they never came looking for her.

Stupidly she’d left an address where they could find her and even stayed in that rat trap hoping that they’d come looking for her. When it became painfully obvious that they weren’t going to she moved clear across the country without a look back.

From there she had to deal with people being pissed at her for not giving them her program, not taking jobs that were generously offered, but weren’t for her. Her friends, who stopped bothering with her when they realized what should have been more than obvious to anyone with two working eyes that she was exactly a social bug. Then there were the boyfriends who let her know that she came up short in the girlfriend department because she didn’t fawn over them, didn’t drop everything she was doing to be with them, and let her know in graphic detail how much of a disappointment she was in bed. But the kicker to the whole thing had to be Chris.

It was just so nice to know that the first guy she’d ever reacted to thought that she was weak and worthless.

Oh, and let’s not forget that the man thought she was a slut, an opinion that she probably confirmed by allowing him to screw her on the hood of a stolen car.

After the mind blowing sex they just had it was nice to know that he was back to being pissed at her. Actually, judging by the way he wouldn’t even look in her direction she would have to say that the man hated her more than ever now.

That was just great, she thought dryly.

Then of course there was the so-called claim that they were mates, married. Wasn’t it great to know that she was a disappointment to the man that she was meant to spend her life with?

Done with the rather depressing thoughts, having absolutely no control in her life and depending on someone who thought she was lower than dog shit, she finished buttoning her shirt, grabbed her bag, ignored the passenger door that Chris left open for her and headed for the road.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Chris demanded.

“Wherever I want,” she said, not bothering to look over her shoulder as she quickened her pace. God help him if he so much as laid a finger on her right now. She was done with being thrown over his shoulder, her ass grabbed and told to move her ass.

“Get your ass back in the car, Munchkin. I don’t have time for this shit,” he snapped.

“Then get the hell out of here, Chris, because I’m done with you and this whole damn situation!” she yelled, hating herself even more than she thought was possible when her voice cracked at the end.