could before he discarded me, or got killed, or we both got killed. I could see it all flashing before my eyes while I stood there in that lift. Live or die. Really live and die early, or eke out more days like I’d been living.
I reached up, ran a hand through my hair and asked, “What did you have in mind?”
He growled then, and stepped into the elevator. It didn’t matter that he had his boys behind him. I never even thought about them. Garou don’t care about that sort of thing. It was all between him and me.
So he kissed me again. And I had visions in my head of it going a lot further than that. Practically saw a repeat of the bathroom scene. And I wanted him to do it with me standing up, like that, in front of his posse. Stake a public claim, ya know? Not like they didn’t know we’d already slept together.
But he didn’t.
Oh, he kissed me good and plenty. He felt me up real well, too. Damn near had me wetting down my legs for him. Totally had my skirt pushed up so he could finger me, got me moaning like a bitch in heat.
And I know he was ready to go. He pressed his pelvis into me, letting me feel the hot rod between us. So, I know what he wanted.
Why he didn’t take it right then and there, I have no idea. But he sure played up the want. Had me panting big time.
Reaching back, he hit the down button without looking. So, we went, what? Four floors? Five? Six? Seven? While he kissed my brains out, I felt like the world was falling out from underneath me.
But I didn’t want to be saved.
At the bottom, he pulled himself away from me, tugged my skirt back into place, pulled my shirt down to a respectable neatness, and took me by the hand, leading me out of the lift. Looking from side to side, he shrugged and drew me along.
It was overcast, looked like it was gonna rain any second. Even a bit drizzly. The kind of mist that you can’t hardly see, but leaves you wet pretty quick?
We didn’t walk fast. And, to tell you the truth, it felt weird. Surreal, maybe. I mean, here we were--strolling--along a dark neighborhood. Like teenagers.
Maybe it was so his posse would have time to catch up. It didn’t take them long. I felt them, smelled them, before I caught glimpse of them. Kind’ve made me roll my shoulders. Wondered if he’d been walking slow for that reason alone.
But who knows what was in his mind?
I remember glancing up at him, looking at his handsome profile, and wondering what I’d done to get his undivided attention. It was obvious he wasn’t letting me go. And damned if I could remember what I might’ve done to impress him.
Out of the blue, he turned to me, made me stop walking. He glanced up the street one way, and then back towards his boys. “Look. There is no place, really, where we can talk without someone hearing us.”
So, okay, I didn’t say anything to that. What could I say? What did he want to say that he didn’t want people to hear?
Roughly, he rummaged through his hair with his free hand. Yeah, he had a finger grip on mine still. He scratched the back of his neck, too. Then he said seriously, “I’ve been watching you for a long time.”
What could I say to that? Kind’ve made me nervous, like I needed more of that.
I hadn’t stopped tingling from the moment he stepped into the elevator. Felt like I was all hyped up on something, the way my blood seemed to be rushing through me. Total energy, wired, ready to run. Way too much metabolism bottling up with nowhere to go, no outlet in sight.
I’ll come clean, though. I’d been watching him for a lifetime. What girl wouldn’t have been? You’d have to be blind not to. And even then, if you were truly blind you could sniff a whiff of him and swoon anyway. It was no use to pretend I hadn’t noticed his game. I’d just steered
I reached up, ran a hand through my hair and asked, “What did you have in mind?”
He growled then, and stepped into the elevator. It didn’t matter that he had his boys behind him. I never even thought about them. Garou don’t care about that sort of thing. It was all between him and me.
So he kissed me again. And I had visions in my head of it going a lot further than that. Practically saw a repeat of the bathroom scene. And I wanted him to do it with me standing up, like that, in front of his posse. Stake a public claim, ya know? Not like they didn’t know we’d already slept together.
But he didn’t.
Oh, he kissed me good and plenty. He felt me up real well, too. Damn near had me wetting down my legs for him. Totally had my skirt pushed up so he could finger me, got me moaning like a bitch in heat.
And I know he was ready to go. He pressed his pelvis into me, letting me feel the hot rod between us. So, I know what he wanted.
Why he didn’t take it right then and there, I have no idea. But he sure played up the want. Had me panting big time.
Reaching back, he hit the down button without looking. So, we went, what? Four floors? Five? Six? Seven? While he kissed my brains out, I felt like the world was falling out from underneath me.
But I didn’t want to be saved.
At the bottom, he pulled himself away from me, tugged my skirt back into place, pulled my shirt down to a respectable neatness, and took me by the hand, leading me out of the lift. Looking from side to side, he shrugged and drew me along.
It was overcast, looked like it was gonna rain any second. Even a bit drizzly. The kind of mist that you can’t hardly see, but leaves you wet pretty quick?
We didn’t walk fast. And, to tell you the truth, it felt weird. Surreal, maybe. I mean, here we were--strolling--along a dark neighborhood. Like teenagers.
Maybe it was so his posse would have time to catch up. It didn’t take them long. I felt them, smelled them, before I caught glimpse of them. Kind’ve made me roll my shoulders. Wondered if he’d been walking slow for that reason alone.
But who knows what was in his mind?
I remember glancing up at him, looking at his handsome profile, and wondering what I’d done to get his undivided attention. It was obvious he wasn’t letting me go. And damned if I could remember what I might’ve done to impress him.
Out of the blue, he turned to me, made me stop walking. He glanced up the street one way, and then back towards his boys. “Look. There is no place, really, where we can talk without someone hearing us.”
So, okay, I didn’t say anything to that. What could I say? What did he want to say that he didn’t want people to hear?
Roughly, he rummaged through his hair with his free hand. Yeah, he had a finger grip on mine still. He scratched the back of his neck, too. Then he said seriously, “I’ve been watching you for a long time.”
What could I say to that? Kind’ve made me nervous, like I needed more of that.
I hadn’t stopped tingling from the moment he stepped into the elevator. Felt like I was all hyped up on something, the way my blood seemed to be rushing through me. Total energy, wired, ready to run. Way too much metabolism bottling up with nowhere to go, no outlet in sight.
I’ll come clean, though. I’d been watching him for a lifetime. What girl wouldn’t have been? You’d have to be blind not to. And even then, if you were truly blind you could sniff a whiff of him and swoon anyway. It was no use to pretend I hadn’t noticed his game. I’d just steered
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