Authors: Marie Wathen
Chapter
Thirty-Three
December
It’s
a week before Christmas and the temperatures are finally dipping down into the
upper thirties at night. Decks has mentioned having a large holiday party at
his place after the new year, inviting all of his friends and the group over
for a fancy dinner then some dancing, but I couldn’t care less really. I
haven’t been back with him to the stash house since that first day and he
hasn’t opened up about the trip to the east coast. I’m beginning to get
frustrated with him withdrawing from me, but I should have expected it. I was
the one who told him that I wasn’t ready for a relationship so he has been
spending his evenings out late almost every night since. We’ve seen each other
in passing twice and both times he gives the impression that he’s irritated
with me. Something about his erratic behavior is troubling.
Sitting
with my legs pulled under me in the bay window, I flip through a motorcycle
magazine, looking for a new exhaust system with carbon silencers for my little
kitten so she will really purr when we race down the interstate on my off days.
A knock on my bedroom door jolts me out of my daydreaming and I drop the book
on top of my bed as I pass it, making my way across the room.
“Hey
beautiful,” Decks says smiling naughtily while roaming his eyes over my chest.
“Hey
stranger,” I laugh, watching his brows furrow.
“Yeah,
we really haven’t seen each other much lately, huh?” he poses simply, stepping
into the room after I turn around and return to my seat. The time apart wasn’t
what I was referring to, but I don’t correct his assumption.
He
sits down at the foot of my bed and picks up the discarded magazine. After
flipping through a couple of pages he grins at me. “Are you making a list for
Santa?”
I
laugh, “Nah, just daydreaming. Since I don’t have a family I usually just
indulge in one stupid gift for myself and call it a holiday.” I nod toward the
magazine he’s holding, “I just can’t decide which one it will be this year.”
He
places the book back and stares down at it briefly. “I have to go out of town
again for a few days, but I’ll be back on Christmas,” he looks up guardedly,
“Can we spend it together?”
“No,”
I sigh. “I am going to Savannah to visit a friend. I won’t be back until New
Year’s Eve.”
“What?”
Decks roars
leaping to his feet and rushing over to
me. He drops his face within a few inches of mine making me flinch away from
him, pressing my back against the window and watching as his face flushes red
with anger.
“What’s
wrong?” I ask with a slight tremble in my voice while staring deeply into his
eyes. I’m not afraid of Decks. I could kill him with just my thumb without
breaking a sweat, but Angel isn’t Sam.
“Who
is this
friend
?” he asks mockingly, standing up straight again while
shuffling his feet closer.
I
lower my eyes to his chest and with a little more force tell him, “You’re
acting awfully possessive all of a sudden. What is going on Decks?”
“Angel,”
he growls, reaching down taking my chin and lifting it so that I’m looking into
his eyes again. “I thought I made myself clear when I said that I want you. I
do not like competition in any form, but when it comes to women I fucking hate
it. Now, are you going to tell me if this friend is a guy or not?”
“First
of all, no my friend isn’t a guy and second, you need to calm down speaking to
me like this. Do you really think I would date another man with rage issues
after what my piece of shit ex-boyfriend put me through?” Lowering my voice, I
push his hand away, slide off the window seat, and then stomp over to the desk
on the other side of the room. I scribble down the information and slam my ink
pen back onto the desktop. Retrieving the piece of paper, I walk back over and
shove it at him.
“What
is this?” he asks, taking it and scanning over it. “Heather Dillard?”
“My
friend in Savannah,” I say softly, staring at the paper instead of him. “Her
address and cell phone number. You can call her now if you don’t believe me.
She’ll confirm everything I’ve said, but,” Keeping my eyes averted, I exhale
loudly, “If you take our relationship to this level then I will move out. I
don’t give a damn if I have to sleep in a mission until I find a place. I won’t
go back to living with someone who mistreats me and dismisses my feelings.”
“Fuck,”
he growls deep in his chest, crinkles up the paper quickly, tossing it into the
wastebasket beside my bed. “I’m not going to check up on you. Dammit, I don’t
know why I just went off on you like that,” he sighs before saying, “I don’t
blame you for being pissed at me. I’m really sorry.”
“Do
you want to tell me what is going on?” I ask, looking up at him now.
He
shakes his head slowly after averting his eyes to the bedroom door. “I can’t
discuss anything right now.”
“Okay,”
I say, seeing something strange pass over his face. It resembles pain. “Well if
you change your mind you know where to find me.” I grin when I see a small
smile tip the corner of his lips before he glances back toward me.
“You
really are something,” he says, stepping closer. He holds a hand out and I
accept it. Gripping my hand tightly, he pulls me against him gently. “I am such
an asshole for behaving that way. You make me crazy.” He places a kiss against
my cheek and looks deeply into my eyes. Another strange look flushes through
his features. Decks clutches his free hand over his stomach and rips the other
out of mine, using it to cover his mouth as he runs out of my room. I chase
after him as he forces open his bedroom door followed by the bathroom door,
slamming it closed behind him.
“Decks,
are you okay?” I ask, hearing him vomiting repeatedly. I knock softly and
command, “Let me in.”
“No,”
he groans pitifully. “Just leave me alone.”
“Hell
no,” I shout, banging on the door again. “You either let me in or I’m throwing
a chair against this damn door until it shatters to pieces or it somehow
manages to crush this door in.”
I
hear him grunt before feeling the doorknob twist in my hand. In the short
amount of time we were separated by the door, the front of his shirt went from
crisp and clean to sweat soaked and reeking of puke. His breathing is labored
and his eyes are completely glazed over. I take his hand in mine and guide him
over to the sink, pushing him to lean back against it. I dampen a wash cloth
and run it from his forehead down to his neck and around the back.
“Thank
you,” he whispers, reaching up and stopping my hand. His eyes are sad matching
the frown on his face. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”
“Decks,”
I hesitate asking my question, feeling like I don’t know if I really want this
answer. “Are you sick? Like, is it serious?”
He
shakes his head, staring deeply into my eyes for a moment before sighing and
dropping his gaze to the floor. “No, I took a couple of hits and my body isn’t
handling it well.” I nod, accepting that he is telling me the truth and almost
grateful that it wasn’t the other. This we can deal with and end quickly, if
that’s what he wants.
“So
you got some bad shit?” I ask, smiling slightly. I hope he opens up about what
he’s taking.
“Nah,
it’s some new designer drug that has some funky side effects.” He exhales
heavily before standing. “It isn’t always so rough.”
“You
mean this has happened before?” I crinkle my eyebrows. “Why do you keep taking
it if it does this to you?” I ask, waving my hand in front of him, indicating
his total transformation.
“The
high is not always like this, but it happens.” He shrugs taking the cloth and
wiping his face again. “Ryske affects everyone differently, and that uniqueness
is what will make me so damn much money when we get our shipment in.”
Fuck
!
“I’ve heard of it. I met a chic using and thought about trying a sample. I just
don’t need to screw up my probation.”
“I
don’t want you trying it, Angel.” He turns his head, staring at me seriously.
“This drug is unlike anything that we’ve ever seen before. My connection is a
total psychopath who is mass producing this stuff and testing it on as many
people as possible until he perfects it for his own special purposes.” He
slides a hand up the side of my face. “I don’t want you to be a guinea pig for
this poison.”
This
drug is unstable and he’s testing on himself? Jesus!
“Decks,
if that’s true, then I don’t think you should try it again. It’s dangerous for
you too.”
He
smiles. “You’re worried about me?”
“Yeah,”
I bob my head, “If you won’t let me try it, then, I don't know, maybe you
should listen to your own advice.” I snort.
“I
know what I’m doing.” he says confidently, repeating what every drug user says
when they’re totally consumed by their overindulgence.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Packing
up my travel bag, I have the radio blasting some hard core beats throughout the
speaker system in Decks house. With him gone out of town again this house is
like living in a fucking mortuary. I’m so ready to hit the road and see my
girl. I also can’t wait to meet Kris’ new love interest, Tate. It will be
interesting to see Russ’ reaction to his kid sister being in love. In college
he was always so overprotective of her. Hopefully he has chilled the hell out
some and will not cause Tate to run screaming and yelling from the Daniels’ house
this weekend. Russ has a knack for taunting that tends to get a little out of
hand. Unless it’s normal for a brother to clean his gun while asking his
sister’s boyfriend if he has ever been with a man before and then asks if he
wants to. I would kill my brothers if they behaved so badly.
The
doorbell chimes and I freeze wondering who in the hell would be visiting Decks.
He never has guests over. I hit a button on the remote,
pausing
the thunderous music before bouncing down the stairs. I open the door and am
greeted with a strange glare.
“Yes?”
I ask cautiously.
“I
came over to make sure you were okay,” Blues teases, smirking at me while his
eyes roam down my body. “The sounds coming from the house made me think Decks
may have been killing an animal.”
I
scrunch up my face at his attempt at being funny. “Nope, it’s just me and I’m
enjoying some heavy metal.”
“You
really shouldn’t listen to music at that level,” he says as he steps uninvited
into the foyer and I shift backward a little. “It could really do some damage
to those cute little ears of yours.” Blues stretches out his hand and traces a
finger along the edge of my ear. His contact causes my eyes to drift closed and
I whimper softly. “Angel,” he whispers. His breath brushes across my face and I
gasp when I open my eyes, finding him towering over me.
“You
should go,” I say regretfully. I don’t want him to leave, but it would be a
terrible idea to let this continue.
“No.”
Blues whispers pressing his sweet lips to mine tenderly. He moves his hand down
my neck stroking my skin with his fingers and scraping his nails as he pushes
his hands into my hair. I groan deeply parting my mouth and his tongue dives in
searching for mine. He tightens his grip on the back of my head, needing to get
closer and I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him against me.
“I’m
going to fuck you, Angel,” he growls against my lips and I nod agreeably. I
can’t deny it anymore. I need a good fuck and Blues is the only one who can
give it to me. Holding my hand, he steps away to lock the front door and then
scoops me up into his strong arms taking the stairs quickly up to my room.
Once
inside he lowers me back down to my feet so he can lock this door too. I smile
thinking about the last encounter we had with a door and Blues doesn’t miss my
look.
“You
liked that didn’t you Doll?” He grins wickedly running his warm hands over my
shoulders, slipping the thin straps of my tank down my arms. He stares into my
eyes holding me captive while waiting for my response. I can’t deny it was the
best sex I’ve ever had so I nod my head slowly while biting on my lip.
He
breaks eye contact with me to look down my body and a deep growl rumbles in his
chest when his gaze lands on my bare legs. I have on the shortest pair of faded
blue jean shorts I own. In fact they’re so short they really should be called
panties. Leaving my bra on, he pulls my skimpy top down so that it gathers at
my hips. “Fuck, I like you in pink,” he growls low while running his finger
along the edge of my bra, skimming the tops of my breast before slipping under
the lacy material. He reaches in, lifting one boob out before doing the same to
the other forcing them to stick up higher. “Fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles just
before dropping his face down to my chest.
Blues
dips his tongue between my tits and then licks his way up to my neck in one
long stroke. My fingers slip into his silky locks desperately. Both of his
hands come up to cup my breast while his thumbs gently traces around my
nipples. They pop out instantly to his teasing. He begins torturing the rock
hard bits by tugging and pinching them. Nuzzling against my ear, he groans, “I
need to taste you now.”
Prickling
my skin tortuously, he tickles his hands down my abs to the button on my
shorts, unsnapping them and sliding them down my legs. Kneeling in front of me,
he holds my hand like a gentleman allowing me to step out and remains on his
knees. Without a damn care in the world he reaches up and tears my shirt down
the middle allowing it to flutter down to the floor. I won’t lie, standing
before this gorgeous man while wearing my matching bra and panties with my
girls on full display makes me feel like a fucking empress, especially from the
way he is worshiping my body with his eyes and upward moving hands.
“I
like these so I won’t destroy them, but they must go now,” he demands, digging
his fingers roughly under the hem and tugging my silky undies down swiftly.
“Damn that’s sexy as hell, Angel,” Blues groans gliding his finger up my
scrolled ink that starts at the back of my thigh, curves up and around stopping
at my center. He grins wickedly while stroking his finger down the small thin
landing strip of hair above my slit. Twisting his hand around so that his
finger can slip into me easily, he inhales sharply. “Fuck,” he moans when he
finds what he’s looking for. “You’re so goddamn wet already.”
Eager
after that discovery, Blues rises to his full height and lifts me into his
arms, kissing me hard while carrying me over to the bed. He places me on the
edge before climbing up, stretching out and laying his head on my pillow.
“Come
here,” he commands, lacing his fingers through mine and tugging me toward him.
I straddle his waist and he shimmies his body further down the bed. He
continues to guide me upward so that my center is on his chest. “Brace
yourself,” he wraps his hand around the back of my thighs and guides me to his
hot mouth. My hands reach for the headrest just as he latches onto my clit.
With one hard pull of his tongue and lips, he groans and it rattles deep
inside, vibrating every cell in my body. He releases his hold to slide his
tongue up and down slowly and repeatedly between my folds.
“
Oooh
god yes,” I moan loudly, while rotating my hips,
grinding my pussy onto his face. He thrusts his tongue deep into me like a man
on a mission. And when Blues hits my spot, I detonate with my first orgasm
since he told me to get out of his world. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” My head rolls
back as he continues to devour every last bit of my high with his mouth.
“Sweet
as honey, baby,” he smiles up at me before I roll over, lying flat. “I need
more,” he insists twisting around and kneeling beside me. The greedy bastard
forces my legs wide open again. His hands move to the back of my thighs pushing
them high, exposing me completely to him.
His
tongue darts out and flicks the tip of my hood several times and instantly I
melt for him. He grins against my slit as he laps up his treat.
“So damn delicious.”
He nibbles, sucks and scrapes his teeth
along every inch of my pussy causing my build up to reach a painful craving.
“I
need…” I groan like a fucking hussy. There is no shame left in me. This man has
taken every bit of my self-control and we haven’t even had sex yet.
“Yeah,
Doll. I need too,” he confesses crawling up my body. He dips his mouth down,
kissing me softly while sliding his finger into my hot entrance. “Look at me,”
he commands, thrusting two fingers deep within me while rubbing his palm
vigorously on my swollen mound.
My
lids are so heavy after one fantastic orgasm and balancing on the edge of my
second I’m struggling to keep them open. I stare into his hooded dark eyes
while he kisses me deeply and plays my body to the tune of a sultry jazz song
echoing through his mind. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, needing him
closer when I realize he’s still fully dressed.
I
break away from our sexy kissing and demand, “I need you naked.”
Blues
smirks, slides his hand up my neck and grips the back of my head, tilting it so
that he’s staring straight into my eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you need, but
I want you to keep your eyes on mine the whole time.” He kisses my lips
tenderly before adding, “I want to watch you come apart for me this time,
Doll.”
Staring
into his burning sapphire eyes while I climax is the last thing I need. It’s
too much. Like the prostitute from Pretty Woman who thought kissing was
intimate, I think experiencing a Blues induced orgasm while he stares into my
eyes, searching for my soul is too damn intimate. It will do things to my mind
that I’m not ready for and he damn sure will not want.