A Brush With The Devil
“Gimme a hand with this, huh?” I ask him, jerking my head back toward the gate behind me. He doesn’t move—Hell, I’m not even sure if he’s breathing at this point, but he doesn’t seem to understand that it’s going to take a heck of a lot more than a stare down to shrivel my dick.
“No?” I press with a smirk. “It’s okay; I’ll just find another way out then.”
As I start to brush passed him, he grabs me by the forearm and shoves me back with such force, that I stumble and crash into the gate.
“Careful,” I warn him with a laugh as I hold up a hand, “I don’t particularly like when people put their hands on me, and you won’t be able to handle me if I snap back at you.” I clear my throat, use my hands to smooth my hair back and grin at him, “You get a freebie this time, but only this time. You touch me like that again and I’ll have to show you what I can really do when push comes to shove.”
Gray drops his arms from his chest, steps one leg back, and holds up his fists in some kind of boxing stance. He wants to fight me it seems. I glance down at the watch on my wrist and narrow my eyes trying to figure out if I have enough time for this, when the bastard lands a cheap shot across my face.
I chuckle as I stand up to my full height and wipe away spit with the tips of my fingers. Gray is back in his little fancy position and he looks dangerously close to striking again, so I crack my neck and relax my body. This won’t be as fun as fucking him was, but if this is how I have to put him in his place, then so be it.
“Come get some, bitch,” I snarl at him.
He takes the bait like most men would when called such an endearing term, and I manage to sidestep his swing at the last minute, landing an elbow to his back as he stumbles by me. He’s using his brute strength to try and take me down, not realizing that some things just can’t be fought with the body alone.
Gray lets out a chuckle of his own as he gets back into his little macho position and eyes me dangerously.
“Do you wanna keep dancing? This is getting boring,” I tell him, inspecting my fingernails. “Let’s be friends again. If you’d rather not be, I can either leave without messing up that pretty face of yours, or I can put you through the fucking ground. Your choice, big boy.”
The danger leaves his eyes.
In fact, his entire body relaxes as he lets out a heavy sigh and turns his face away from me. Crossing his ‘roid rage arms loosely over his chest again, he chews his lower lip thoughtfully for a moment.
“I haven’t fought anyone in a long time,” he admits in a quiet tone.
I roll my eyes because I don’t care. He apparently thought that just because I’m not as beefed up as he is, that he’d be able to knock me out with one clumsy punch.
Obviously, he’s wrong and now realizing it.
“Listen,” I begin in a tone as bored as I’m feeling, “if you’re pissed off at me for asking you a simple question in front of your man/woman thing, that’s not my problem. I’m not one for apologizing, so don’t expect it from me. I did tell you that I’m about the truth and that I wouldn’t tell the meat puzzle that I fucked you, and I didn’t. I merely asked what was on my brain and you couldn’t handle it. Neither could that thing upstairs apparently,” I finish dryly.
He grunts and I chuckle as I glance down at my watch again.
“Got somewhere you need to be all of a sudden?” he asks, turning his gaze toward me.
“Not really. Ever since a road trip I took a few years back, I have a thing for knowing what the time is. It’s kind of a bad habit I can’t seem to shake,” I explain, dropping my arm back down to my side.
“Kind of like you,” he says softly.
“Correct! Now, what are we doing? Anything good? If not, give me a hand with that gate and I’ll be out of your hair.”
I walk passed Gray and crouch down by the door again, then glance up at him over my shoulder. He hasn’t even turned to look at me and I can feel myself starting to get ragey. Not his kind of ragey, but enough that he’ll see a side of me he’ll never be able to forget.
Maybe if I bring Ichabod back on my next swing through this bullshit town, he’ll see what happens to his pretty skin if he keeps shooting up, I think irritably as I get to my feet.
“Okay, I’ll stay then,” I say with a shrug as I suck my teeth and walk passed him again.
Gray doesn’t follow me.
Not with his eyes or that brute body of his.
Nope, he keeps his tight ass firmly planted in the same place as he whispers a little warning while I breeze by him.
“I’m going to kill you before the night is over.”
A grin spreads slowly across my face as I wander back into his home.
Let’s play.