I groaned as I woke up, stretching from the cramped position I fell asleep in. I could hear the paper crinkling underneath me as my fist hit Georgie's face. I was amazed at his sleeping prowess. I mean, I passed out a few hours after him and here I was stirring as he laid in the exact same position. I hummed as I moved, sitting up and stretching before I noticed his morning wood.

I bit my lip as I studied his nude form. Grinning to myself I shifted, throwing my leg over his lap, I moved forward so his erection pressed against my clit as I rubbed myself against his shaft. I closed my eyes, moaning as I moved, keeping my palms splayed across his chest. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt his hands suddenly grip my thighs, his deep voice growling in response to my movements.

"And wha' yeh think yer doin'?" he questioned without opening his eyes as his fingers trailed up the back of my legs.

"I thought we were beyond this," I teased, wiggling my hips, the feeling of him against me sent shivers up my spine.

"Don't go startin' somethin' yeh won' finish," he warned as I watched his adam's apple bob in response to my movements.

"Trust me I'm good at finishing," I teased as he rolled his form. I fell onto my back as he pinned me against the mattress with his hips, "As long as you answer my questions."

"What kind of questions," he pressed, his eyes narrowing as his fingers tightened on my waist.

"Like what are your plans," I said as I wrapped my legs around him, "Are you just going to blow out of town?"

"Mmm, after I dump yeh in a field," He agreed, leaning his head forward and kissing at my collarbone. I tried to stifle my giggles as his lips danced across my skin leaving a wet trail behind.

"What if," I began, laying with my arms around his neck as he bit at my skin. My voice hitched as I tugged at the curls on the back of his neck, "What if I didn't tell anyone about you, and I stayed here while you're away." I knew it was a crazy idea and didn't expect him to agree. His head shot up, his eyes connecting with me after I spoke.

"Yeh gunna keep your trap shut and take care of me place?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied me, wondering if he should try to call my bluff.

"Yes," I stated firmly, "I don't give a shit where you go or what you do, let me live here and I won't tell anyone anything."

Boomer studied my face as he hovered above me, trying to read my intentions but I was being honest. He moved his hands to either side of my head before noticing the envelops scattered on the mattress next to us. His head whipped to look over his shoulder at the wardrobe. The kitchen chair that I'd used as a stepping stool was still in place, the wooden jewerly box open on the seat.

"I thought I told yeh to stop touching my stuff," he growled, looking back at me as he balled the sheets in his fist.

"You did," I smirked as I laid underneath him, "Like five times." I was sure that he was going to punch me by the look in his eyes as he stared down at me.

"No use getting mad," I cooed as I reached up, running my hand across his shoulder and down his arm, "I've read all of them," I couldn't help but smirk at him, "Even the letter you wrote."

He quickly pulled away grabbing at the pieces of paper, gathering them. "No way I'm letting yeh stay here," he grumbled as he put them away, "First thing after I'm dressed, I'ma tie yeh up and leave yeh helpless in a lot 'round here."

"Really?" I began as I moved so I sat on my knees, "You do that and I'll just go to the cops and say you beat and raped me," I stated smirking as he looked back at me, "I've got more than enough bruises and injuries, and you didn't use a condom last night. Just imagine the public outcry once I tell all the newspapers about my harrowing ordeal and how I just barely escaped. Every cop in the tri-state area will be looking for you."

I watched him, smiling as he thought over my threat, "When yeh get so bold?" He asked as he slowly turned to face me.

"After the twelfth time you slapped my ass last night." I sat in silence as I watched him put the letters and box away.

"I thought it was sweet," I finally said, breaking the cold quiet in the air.

"What?" He grunted not even looking towards me.

"Well, that you took the time to write Lenore about Adelaide's passing. Also that you came all the way to America to meet her," I explained as I moved to stand, taking a limping half step towards him.

He was still for a long moment before he sighed, "She was me mum an' I was a man before I ever met her," he stated as his shoulders slumped. I was completely awestruck by this moment of honesty and found myself completely unable to answer.

"We don't have to talk about it," I murmured as I slid under his arm, wrapping myself around his abdomen, "We can hate-fuck again," I smiled as he quirked his eyebrow, looking at me from the corner of his eye, "I mean, if you want to."

Boomer almost growled as he pivoted and looped his arms around my legs, tossing my body onto the mattress. I squeaked as I hit the bedding, watching as he moved above me. He grabbed at my ankles, jerking my legs apart as he leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the skin over my hip bone.

"Ow! Fuck!" I called as he gnawed on the skin. My hand jumped to his scalp, tugging as I laced my fingers through the curls on his crown.

"I thought we were hate-fucking," he mumbled as he trailed his lips up my stomach, occasionally nipping at my skin.

"But I'm already so sore," I whined as he trailed further up, kissing at my sternum.

"I don't do soft and easy, luv," I didn't have to look to hear his smug expression on his voice. I gave in without speaking, letting him manipulate my body, pulling me into the position he wanted. Once He began his rapid thrusts, I reached up, biting and scratching his shoulders.

By the time he was done I was ready pass out again. I curled into the warmth of the sheets, barely paying attention to the weight shift in the mattress as Boomer stood up and left the room. I had a restless slumber, plagued by dreams about driving a car through the hallways of my old high school. I woke with a start, blinking as I tried remember where I was.

"Georgie?" I mumbled as I yawned, moving to the edge of the bed. I forgot about my injured toe for a split second as I stood up. I winced, catching myself as I stumbled. Limping into the living room I spotted Boomer on the couch, illuminated by the television.

"Hey what's up?" I asked, trailing my hand across the back of the couch as I yawned again. He merely grunted in response, taking a sip of the almost empty whiskey bottle in his hands. I sat down next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, looking towards the rugby game on the screen.

After a length of sitting in silence Boomer finally spoke, "In the letters," he started before pausing, "Did it say why Lenore left?"

"No not really," I replied shaking my head, "It's obvious she didn't want to leave but it was never said why."

"It was a small town," He began as I turned to look at him, "It got around she was gay after she was arrested at a bar in the city. She was chased out of town and hopped on the next boat to America," for the second time tonight I found myself at a loss for words because of his honesty. He kept his eyes forward on the television as he took another big gulp from the bottle he held. I said nothing as I reached for the bottle, pulling it from his fingers and taking a drink.

The bottle clinked as I set it on the glass of the coffee table before climbing into his lap. It was hard to explain why but all I wanted to do was kiss him. Maybe it was because he had genuinely opened up to me, or maybe my idea of him had been soften after reading his mothers' letters, but either way there was no turning back now.

I leaned in, gently placing my lips on his as I dug my fingers in to the hair on his cheeks. I moaned, grinding my hips into his. It felt like a shock radiated through my body as I felt him through his underwear. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling myself closer as he squeezed at my bottom. I hissed as he gripped my tender flesh. He took the opportunity to dart his tongue into my mouth.

I hummed as I rotated my hips against him while wrestling with his tongue. Though I wouldn't call it 'tender', he was being much more gentle than he'd ever been before before. He let the callouses on his fingers tickle the skin on my legs rather than holding me in place with his bruising grip. The feeling of his skin on mine was mesmerizing.

"If I leave yeh here," he began, moving to kiss along my jaw, "Yeh won't squeal?" he asked as he ran one hand up along my spine, pulling me closer to him as he kissed my sternum.

"I won't tell a soul," I confirmed as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Promise," he asked against my skin as I moaned, digging my teeth into my into my lip as he pulled at my breast.

"I-I promise," I whined pushing my hips down in response. In a simple, fluid motion Boomer stood up holding me in place against him before moving to the bedroom. I gripped at his shoulders as he let me slump backwards of the mattress, hovering over me for the second time today.

"I wanna be on top," I stated suddenly, pushing against him. With a deep chuckle he rolled over and letting me take my place above him. I sat on his hips as I had this early morning, rubbing myself along his shaft as it laid against his abdomen. He moved his hands to grab at my legs but I quickly wrapped my fingers around his wrists.

"Uh-uh!" I teased, watching his face turn sour, but he still allowed me to move his hands so his arms were flat against the bedding. I slid his hand under my knees, leaning forward to hold his hands in place. I could feel as he tested, tugging his arms back slightly but I just leaned further into his hands until he winced. A joy inside of me swelled at the thought of him being subject to me for a change as I reached between my legs to grab his dick.

"You like that?" I taunted as I moved the head against myself, watched as he swallowed and nodded. I couldn't help but give a toothy grin as I leaned forward into his hands, balancing myself with one palm flat on his chest. I pushed back, biting my lip as I sank against him. I rested on his hips as I adjusted, getting use to shape and sensation of him inside of me. I didn't care whether he was enjoying this or not, all I cared about was the tight feeling in my gut caused by the way his dick moved inside me. I started to shift but I don't get far before I had to rest again.

I finally looked up, seeing his pained expression. I leaned forward, pressing my knees into his palms as I took a sharp bite at the skin on his collar bone. He groaned in response as I dug my nails into the fur on his chest before I sat up, rolling myself against his hips. I could see that my slow pace was causing him discomfort and decided to give in, leveraging myself against his chest as I began to quickly lift and drop myself against him.

"Oh fuck," he mumbled as I picked a rhythm, bouncing on top of him. Throwing my head back, I reached up to pull at my own breast. I could feel the vibrations of his groans through his chest as he watched me playing with my nipple. With a final forceful yank he was able to free his hands.

Boomer moved quickly pushing himself up with one hand as he latched on top my open breast with the other, squeezing as he took my nipple between his teeth. My head lolled to the side, losing myself to the sharp sensations of his grip. I braced myself with one hand against his thigh as I tried to continue my movements. He allowed his free hand to travel down my stomach, using his fingers to tease my clit. His attention caused my pattern to falter until I stopped, moaning into his shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him. He continued to jerk his hips up words into me, using the rock of his body to push his fingers against my clit.

I could feel it coming as I bit his shoulder. I let go, feeling my body shake in response to his care. I felt like jello as I clutched at his shoulders coming harder than I ever had before.

In retrospect I think that there was something Georgie was hiding from me. It was just odd that he'd let me take control so easily, but at the time I never questioned a thing. Now I can see why he acted as such that evening. We continued to wrestle for the rest of the night until we both eventually passed out. I had to almost beg him to stop, citing exhaustion. As we parted, shifting to rest against the pillows, he pulled me in close and tight, wrapping his arms around my middle. I couldn't help but hum as he buried his nose into the crook of my neck. I reached back running my nails through the hair on the back of his head as we fell asleep curled together.

At first I expected to wake up next to him, but I wasn't that surprised to find myself alone, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. Eventually I was forced awake by a beam of sunlight that shone through the blinds directly onto my face. I groaned as I sat up, looking around with bleary eyes for Georgie. I shrugged to myself and moved to the couch turning on the TV after a moment. A few hours of rugby later I started to feel unnerved that I was still alone.

I stood, looking around the room when I noticed something on the front door. I walked up to find a set of keys and a piece of paper tacked to the hardwood.

On the paper was scrawled a the simple message, 'All Yours.'