ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(75)

Nolan snaked an arm around my waist and roughly pushed me farther back into the sand. His lips didn’t leave mine as he made quick work of our clothes. His fingers grazed my wet and ready entrance, dipping into the lining of my bathing suit bottom and shorts. He pushed the fabric to the side, and I moaned at the lack of contact.

I was in real pain. Body. Soul. Heart.

I never wanted it to stop.

Nolan’s lips punished mine. His cock was hot and hard against my opening as he pushed inside of me. Moaning into my mouth, be began to pound into me. Hard. Fast. Frantic. It was then I realized what he was doing. Every thrust was him taking out his anger on me.

Punishing me.

Saying the things with his body that he hadn’t yet said with his words.

Nolan spoke with his lips against my neck as he grunted, each thrust harder than the last. With every pull out, I squeezed around his cock until I thought I was going to pass out from both pleasure and anger…and fear. “You don’t get to f*cking kill me. You don’t get to f*cking leave me. Never again. You got that? No matter what happens. You don’t get to assume we’re ever over, because we will never, EVER, be over.” He punctuated the last remark with a hard thrust that made my head crash backward into the sand.

“Say yes,” he demanded. “I want to hear you say the f*cking words.”

“Yes,” I breathed. He pulled out of me, dragging against every nerve ending he’d just ignited before stretching me back open with each deep push inward.

“Things got f*cked up, but we’ll find a way. You’re still mine. Ain’t shit gonna ever change that,” Nolan groaned out. Slamming into me harder and harder.

We looked into each other’s eyes and something passed between us. A look of relief, like he was finally satisfied that I was done running, washed over his beautiful face along with a heavily lidded look of desire as he began to punish my body all over again in a way that had me seeing stars and crying out his name, as his cock set off sparks of pleasure inside me. He picked up my thigh, angling me so his thrusts were deeper, harder. It was painful, but it was exactly what I needed.

This punishment.

This night.

This boy.

This love I never thought I was capable of.

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded, thrusting faster and faster.

“I…” I couldn’t get the words out. The way Nolan was looking at me, the way his abs were contracting while he f*cked me, it was all my body needed to tip over the edge in an orgasm that had me digging my heels into Nolan’s back. I reared up and bit down on his shoulder as it washed over me in waves that knocked the wind out of me. I felt it from my toes to my core, which was convulsing so rough I screamed out in sheer terror of its force.

Nolan roared into the night, following me over the edge, the cords of his neck tightening, his teeth bared as he came. Long hot spurts flooded inside of me, dripping out as he rode out the pleasure of his own torturous release.

“I love you,” I whispered.

I thought freedom was how I felt after I left home. I thought being alone was freedom. It wasn’t. It was just being alone. I now knew what true freedom was.

True freedom was giving myself permission to love.

True freedom was Nolan.

It was only through Cody, Smoke, and especially Nolan that I learned that just because I can kill, doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart.

I could have both the night and the day, the passion and the poison.

The Hope and the Rage.

Nolan

“That was by far the hottest f*ck of my life,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. I rolled off of her to the side, keeping Rage tucked in close. We still had a lot of talking to do but we needed to be close, to feel connected. I needed to let her know that the shit in the park didn’t affect how I felt about her or make me want her any less.

“Really?” she asked. Then she surprised me when I saw pink creeping up into her cheeks. Rage was actually blushing.

Which made my cock twitch.

Which had me leaning over and prying her knees apart so I could climb on top of her and settle between her thighs. With my cum still dripping from her freshly f*cked *, I pushed back inside her, every time better than the last. I was hell bent on another sexual exorcism by way of mind-blowing orgasm.

What had I ever complained about last summer? Hockey? School? My uncle? My leg? The club?

As it turned out, last summer was the best one of my life after all.

That summer was the best of my life. You could even say it was all the Rage.

The End





EPILOGUE




Rage


I never heard from Smoke again. When I tried to call his phone, it was disconnected. When I went over to his house, it was vacant with no trace that anyone had been living there.

I don’t know where he’d taken off to, but wherever it was, I’d hoped he knew I didn’t blame him for anything that happened. After Nolan got over the initial shock, he admitted he didn’t either, although he said it with fury in his eyes.

Nolan tested out his leg several times on the ice, and with Joker’s blessing, was putting in some serious workouts. The coach and the doctors agreed that he would be coming back on full scholarship when the season started back up.

Which was why I was standing in the Dean of Admissions office.