The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563: 563 | Time’s Up

The next ninety minutes were an education in what happened when Diane Fitzgerald decided she wanted something and had the time to take it.

She rode me first, slow, her hands braced on my chest and her hips rolling in circles that hit angles I didn’t know existed. The Luster field made her skin glow in the evening light filtering through the curtains, made her look like something out of a dream, except dreams didn’t squeeze you like she did or make sounds like that when you hit the right spot.

I came inside her the first time while she was on top, her walls clenching around me as she worked herself through her own orgasm, head thrown back and pink hair spilling down her shoulders. She didn’t stop moving even after I finished. Just slowed down, ground against me with my come already leaking out around me, and told me in that voice that I wasn’t done yet.

I wasn’t.

The second round happened with her on her back, legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locked behind me. She’d told me I could do something now, and I took that permission and ran with it. I fucked her deep and steady while she gasped my name and clawed lines down my back that healed before she could finish making them. When I came again she pulled me down and kissed me through it, swallowing the sounds I made against her mouth.

The third time was from behind.

Diane bent over the edge of her expensive bed with her face pressed into silk sheets and her ass in the air, and I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise while I drove into her. She was so wet by then that every thrust made obscene sounds, slick and loud in the quiet room, and she pushed back to meet me with a desperation she’d never let anyone else see.

"Harder," she said into the pillow.

I gave her harder.

"More."

I gave her more.

She came twice before I did, her whole body shaking, her voice breaking on sounds that weren’t words anymore. When I finally finished inside her for the third time she collapsed forward onto the bed and stayed there, breathing hard, trembling.

I pulled out slow. Watched the aftermath spill out of her onto the sheets she was definitely going to have to burn.

"You ruined me," she said. Her voice was wrecked. "I’m forty-something years old and you ruined me in my own bedroom."

"You said you wanted to make up for lost time."

"I did. I do." She rolled onto her back, looked up at me, and her smile was lazy and satisfied and still hungry underneath all of it. "The spirit is willing. The flesh is catching up."

I lay down next to her. The ceiling had that texture I’d stared at a hundred times over the years, the same one I’d counted when I was fourteen and couldn’t sleep, when I was sixteen and the System first appeared, when I was seventeen and realized the woman who’d raised me was looking at me differently.

Different ceiling now. Same room. Everything else had changed.

"Thank you," Diane said quietly.

"For what?"

"Coming back." She turned her head to look at me. The Luster had faded to something softer, less blinding, just the warm glow of a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked and wasn’t hiding it. "For not dying. For being here when I wake up tomorrow."

"I wasn’t planning on dying."

"No one ever plans it, sugar. That’s why it’s so frightening." She reached over and touched my chest, right over my heart, the same spot Sloane kept checking. "I called Reina, the night you were in surgery. The number doesn’t work anymore, hasn’t for nine years, but I called it anyway. Told her voicemail that her son was going to be fine because I wasn’t going to let him be anything else."

Something in my chest did something complicated. I let it.

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