Page 47 of Grave Obsession

“Are you saying you’re my date?” I ignore her question just to rile her up a bit more.

“I don’t know what we are. What would you call me? If someone asked you who I was to you.” She’s genuinely curious, I can feel it.

“Mine,” I smile.

“What?” I love it when I shock her. The way her eyes widen and her mouth hangs open for just a moment. Never long enough for me to stick my cock in though. It’s mildly irritating.

“I’d call you mine. I don’t need a label on what we are. Unless you want that.” Her eyes drop to my mouth. Awe baby, do you want another kiss? Too bad. She swallows, I watch the way her throat works and remember it moving around my shaft. Fuck, why does everything about her turn me on? Mallory nods slightly and slowly, absorbing my words.

“Is that what you want, Mallory? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Mallory

Girlfriend? Did he seriously just say that? Do I want to be his girlfriend? Absolutely. But what about Ghost? He could never find out. Could I hide this from him, would I even be able to? He’s my damn stalker. The man could literally be hiding out in the trees, watching this entire fucking evening progress. I calm my racing thoughts and listen to my body. It’s so tuned in to Ghost, I’m sure I’d know if he was here. But, I don’t feel him and that relaxes me.

Glancing back to Nox, who I’ve left stewing in the tension, he looks as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. His question hangs over us, large and imposing. Fuck, I want to be his. It’s unethical to belong to two men, but some women do it, right? Why shouldn’t I get what I want? I’ll just have to get them both on board with sharing me. The thought of being squished between both of them makes my toes curl.

“Girlfriend? What are we… in junior high, Nox?” I playfully jab him with my words and his face falls. Damn it.

“Do you want to meet under the bleachers and make out too?” I wiggle my eyebrows in a comical fashion but his stone face is unchanging. Well shit, note to self Mallory, don’t joke about this.

“What do you want then, Mallory? Because if it’s under the sun, I’ll give it to you.” Fucking. Swoon. When he lets his real emotions out and talks freely without worry, I embrace it. It’s real, and raw, and unrestrained. His head hangs down between his shoulders and he looks exhausted and defeated. I need to fix it.

“Yours. I want to be yours.” This is a horrible idea, I already told Ghost that I’m his. He better not lay a finger on Nox, this is my choice. He’ll just have to get on board, both of them will.

When he raises his head this time, he’s almost unrecognizable. I mean, it's him, but he looks completely wild. Possessed. My soft and sweet man is gone and in his place is the hardened exterior of a predator.

“Were you…teasing me?” his voice drips with sex and unspoken threats. Don’t back down, Mallory. He’s not like every other man, he won’t hurt you; and let’s be honest, if he did, you would probably like it.

“Yep!” I boop him right on the nose and he smiles. Whatever darkness overcame him slowly begins to recede, and I find it odd that I have mixed feelings about it.

“You wound me.” He grabs his chest over his heart and mocks being injured. He’s back, whatever internal battle was raging, Nox came out on top. This time. I wonder what would happen if the predator won the fight. I have the sudden urge to make it happen.

I can’t be with someone if they keep their darkest parts hidden from me. I know all too well how trauma and abuse twists the soul. It corrupts the mind and can create a whole other side of you that you dare not show the world.

It’s happened to me. It’s the fucked up part of me that has fallen so deeply for Ghost. His tattered soul and monstrous alter ego calls to mine. The part of me that wants to be stalked, chased, and fucked into the dirt by a man in a serial killer mask.

“Oh, is the big strong policeman secretly a wimp? Better alert the captain,” I jab him again. I don’t know why; well… yes I do. I want that look in his eyes again, but it doesn’t ever come.

We spend the rest of our time talking and getting to know each other better. We don’t talk much about our trauma, or skim over it to keep the mood light. He tells me about playing sports in high school, I tell him I was a geeky loner who liked to read.

“I never would have guessed,” was his sarcastic reply. Apparently he was a closet geek. I didn’t actually believe him until late in the night after we pulled into my driveway and he started pointing out all the constellations. I found a dipper, little or big I didn’t know, but he did. It was the little one. I called him a nerd and he kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. He said it was a fair trade for bullying him all night.

“If you kiss me like that, I’ll bully you all the time,” I joked. Then he did it again. Over and over until he had led me to my stoop. The fact that Nox hasn’t brought up my other love interest didn’t go unnoticed. Maybe he realized he doesn’t care anymore, maybe he will fight for me.

Lennox cups my cheek and kisses me slow and seductively. It leaves me hot and breathless, desperate to pull him through the threshold and ravage him. He’s been a perfect gentleman since making me cum in the cab of his truck. This is the kind of relationship I want. One with all consuming passion, but also a connection that will span lifetimes. One where he shares his french fries and dips them into his milkshake because I begged him to try it; and he did it, even though he called me insane. The thought that I’ll never have this with Ghost barges into my mind and its weight is crushing. I need him too.

That tingling sense of awareness prickles up my spine and across the back of my neck. Danger. Without being obvious, I scan the tree line quickly. It’s as if the very idea of my stalker can conjure him from the ether. The mask is all I can make out in the darkness, anger must be pouring off of him for me to feel so apprehensive of his presence.

“I’ll see you again, yeah?” Nox is as breathless as I am. I nod.

Nox retreats and climbs up into the driver's seat.

“No more hiding, I’ll always find you, sweetheart,” he shouts. The engine roars to life and he starts to reverse out of my driveway. I turn my head slightly and see Ghost disappear into the shadows. He must be furious with me after what he just witnessed. I’ll give him space to work through whatever he is feeling, I don’t think my pussy could handle a punishment of this magnitude anyways.

I pat around my pockets realizing I’m completely fucked.

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