“Are you about done?” he asks, releasing his defcon five grip on me. I don’t miss the humor in his voice, but I choose to ignore it.
“Yes. Well… um…what’s the plan? When can I go home?” Nice save Fern.
“Never.” My eyes meet his swiftly and I can’t read anything past the stoicism.
“Excuse me?” Jesus, he needs to stop staring at me like the filet mignon on his plate.
“I said you are going home with me.” Squish.
“I don’t think that is a good idea. I don’t even know you.” I protest half-heartedly, secretly dripping in my panties at the thought of being in his presence, alone and vulnerable.
“That’s true, baby and we are going to rectify that. However, we are going to fix it with you under my roof and preferably with me.” he mumbles the last part, but I hear it loud and clear. “The point is it is not safe for you to be anywhere alone right now.” “I can stay with my friend.” “NO!” he shouts and jumps off the bed. I watch, fascinated as he paces the room like a petulant child. “The decision has been made. You are…” he stops mid-sentence, and his eyes get hooded. He licks his lips and my face heats up. I swear I can feel him tittering around in my head, like he can hear my thoughts. Thank God it's not true since I was thinking how hot it is that he is making me come home with him. “So you like when I tell you what you what to do, huh” “I’m sorry what?” My alarm bell goes off but so does about one hundred pounds of embarrassment. How the hell did he know that? “Wait, you didn’t say that out loud, did you?” I shake my head, my mouth wide open. What the hell is going on?
Chapter Four
Loid
I am fucking everywhere. My mind is stuck on me being able to read her thoughts or whatever the fuck happened back there, but my body is pulsing, beating, growling to be connected to her in all ways. The silence that passed between us when I blurted that out in the hospital room hasn’t thinned out and right now, I am sort of glad.
Sneaking a few glances at her, I note her fingers are playing on her shirt. Her lip is tucked into her mouth and fuck do I want to suck it and bite it. I watch her eyes grow concerned as we pass the trees into what looks like forest to anyone on the outside. We don’t advertise the land or allow google footage of the property. Hey, we own the city.
“Where are we?” she asks, breaking the silence. My chest pounds, her voice like a shot of honey sliding down my throat, coating it, soothing it.
“My town.” I answer nonchalantly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. She scoffs and turns her head toward me.
“Your town? What is that supposed to mean?” “Just what I said. I am part owner of a town.” “How do you partly own a town?” “It’s a not so long, not so complicated story that I will gladly share with you,” I tell her as I park the car in front of the gate to the complex. “But first, I need you to put your eyes here and your hands here.” I position her in front of the hand/eye retina and palm scanner on the gate, typing in commands on my phone to get her access to the complex. Sure, I could just bring her in as a guest, but something in me is screaming she is mine and she needs full access.
“Thanks for explaining because I was sure I was going to ask you…” we stop once again and look at one another, stumped and unbelieving. “I’m sorry I don’t…” she stammers and begins to back away. As her feet move her slowly away from me, I hear chipping, cracking, slight splintering of my heart the further from me she moves. I panic as the feeling of heat and humidity hit me, suffocating me like a belt around my neck. Without thinking I pull her into me and slam my mouth against hers. She pushes against me without power for a second before she gives in. I lick across her lips, begging her to open them for me. She complies, grabbing at my vest, bringing herself further into me.
Christ. The first taste of her and I am already a fiend. Her mouth is wet and warm. Sweet and inviting as her tits smash against my chest and she whimpers into my mouth. I know this is not the answer for the… whatever the fuck is happening between us but fuck if I am sorry about it. My hands roam her body, getting my feel of her curves, memorizing the roadmap that I am going to follow with her mouth. Seconds have passed and we have not come up for air. Her soft tongue caresses mine, her moans like echoes through my bloodstream.