A Five-Minute Life

To fuck me…

“Oh my God,” I whispered. The thought made me dizzy.

Every electrified particle in my being knew Jimmy’s kiss was a preview of what he would give me in his bed. I’d surrender to my warrior while he worshipped me as his queen. Reverence and need in perfect, equal amounts. I’d come screaming his name.

The thought set my blood on fire. I found my feet, wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers sinking into his hair, pulling. He dropped one hand to my waist, pressing me to him. Heat flushed my core, aching with want. Lust. Happiness. The intensity of him made my heart pound, overwhelmed by this much need in a man pressed against me, his every muscle and bone and sinew tensed with it.

Now Jim’s other hand came up to hold my face. He turned my head to the other side, and a fresh rush of heat surged through me as he gave me more of his kiss. He gave and gave, while his mouth greedily delved into mine and took what it wanted. A gentle sucking that accompanied every sweep of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.

We kissed and kissed, our hands roaming, the urgency growing desperate. My entire world became the scent of Jim Whelan’s skin, his cologne, the leather of his jacket. I fell against the fence, taking him with me. It rattled, and he broke his mouth from mine, blinking for a moment like a man coming out of a dream.

That sound… Bad memories…

I held his face in my hands, his breath coming hard and warm over my wet lips.

“Stay with me,” I whispered. “Right here. Make a new memory…”

Our mouths crashed together again, our tongues tangling, teeth biting. He gripped the chain link above my head, so he could press into me harder. My legs spread to fit him closer to me, angling my hips to feel the denim of his jeans rub the denim of my shorts. His mouth descended to my chin, my neck, down to my collarbone, to the scar there. He kissed it reverently, then ran his tongue over it.

“Jesus, Jimmy.” I breathed.

My fingers sunk into his hair, as he kept going. Open-mouthed kisses, the brush of his stubble, the flick of his tongue, all sending shivers over my skin and spreading like wildfire over every inch of me.

My eyes fluttered open. Then they flared wide.

Jules was leaning against the corner of the sanitarium. Arms crossed, watching us over the cigarette in her hand.

Oh shit.

Jimmy felt me stiffen and pulled away. He looked to where I stared; breathing hard. We reluctantly stepped away from each other as Jules tucked her smoke into the corner of her mouth and gave a slow clap.

God, how long has she been there?

“Very nice, Miss Hughes,” Jules said. “Making your way through the orderlies?”

“What? No…”

Jules chucked her smoke on the ground and twisted the heel of her boot on it. “Sure looks like it to me.” She gave us both a disgusted glance as she strode for the side door. “Watch yourself, Jim. She’ll cry rape and you’ll end up in jail too.”

Her words slapped my face and Jimmy tensed up beside me. I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

“Where did that come from?” I asked after the door had closed behind her.

“She and Brett were friends,” he said.

“I can see that now,” I said, shivering despite the morning warmth. “She seems like the kind of person who’d send love letters to a serial killer.”

Jimmy’s hard expression didn’t soften as our gazes locked, everything we’d done hanging between us.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Kind of shocking to hear but just words.” I glanced up at him. “Wait. Do you mean us?”

He nodded.

“I regret nothing.” He didn’t return my teasing smile. “You do?”

“I’m late for my shift,” he said and added, “My last shift.”