Page 10 of The Ripper

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, anticipation brimming inside me as I kept my eyes fixed on the entrance, searching for her beautiful face in the line.

~ You are so whipped.

I clenched my jaw and stopped myself from answering him, then pinched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my eyes, trying to keep it together.

She would show up eventually. I was sure of it.

I had trouble understanding people who hurried in general, but especially on a plane. It wasn’t like it would have taken off any earlier if we’d all been nicely buckled in before departure time.

~ Fuck logic, I suppose.

Everyone took their allocated seats and yet no one claimed the one I was sitting in.

Where are you, little angel?

~ Yeah, where are you? Because this guy is about to combust in his seat.

~ For once, could you just shut the fuck up?

I couldn’t wait to see her again, since my work kept me away for longer than I liked.

A woman holding a toddler in her arms stopped to look at the numbers on the chairs, and she gasped when she saw my face, quickly moving away as she held her child closer, blocking him from seeing me.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head, hating that her reaction bothered me. I usually didn’t give two flying fucks about how people perceived me, but a woman reacting like that when I was about to show Arella my face wasn’t a good sign.

Suddenly aware of the scar staining my nose and half of my cheek, I ran my fingers through my hair, closed my eyes and thought about a glass of scotch and a woman’s lips wrapped around my cock as I savored it. Not that I thought much about women in general, except her, but the last few days had been torture, and I needed the touch of a woman to release some of the pent-up tension.

No, I hadn’t turned celibate just because I was obsessed with a certain blonde with an inclination for helping people, although I wasn’t sure for how much longer I could keep fucking other women while she was always a thought in the back of my head.

I never saw them; I only saw her. Imagined it was her under me, on her knees for me, naked for me, that it was her body, that full figure of hers writhing with pleasure.

Fuck my life.

A shriek made me open my eyes, and I was blinded by a sea of white and a whole lot of skin.

The universe had a seriously fucked-up sense of humor to make her appear right when I thought about getting a blowjob from someone else.

Fuck me.

I unconsciously licked my lips as I allowed my eyes to move over the length of her body, growing tenser with each inch. She was still one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. Tall, with appetizing curves, wearing a white summer dress with minimal cleavage that ended a hand’s breadth above her knees. That same gold cross sparkled around her neck, and I wondered if she was ever going to take that thing off as my eyes followed the drop of sweat that ran down her forehead while she struggled to stow her bag in the overhead compartment.

Completely unaware of my actions, I got up to help her.

~ Look at you, all helpful and shit.

There was too much light inside her, and unlike others before her, I wanted to make that light brighter instead of dimming it until it was just a flicker in the darkness.

I truly hated not being able to identify what I was feeling.

~ Yeah, me too. You’re breaking my balls with this uncertainty shit.

~ Oh, shut up.

Our fingers touched lightly as I took the bag from her hand and slid it into place with ease, and the small brush of her skin against mine sent a shiver down my spine. A thrill, just like the last time I touched her.

I counted to ten in my head as I closed the lid.

What the fuck was that fucking electricity supposed to fucking mean?

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