Page 61 of Red Obsession

“Then cum for me.”

Flicking her clit once more, Izel sets off. Her mouth hangs open, her eyes wide. I don’t fight my control anymore. I lose myself in her. Spilling inside her warmth, her name falls from my lips.

My hands fall from her neck, and I turn her around so we’re facing each other. Chest to chest. Her eyes meet mine and although they're hooded, a little cloudier than before, I know she sees me. Leaning down I press my lips against hers. This kiss is much softer than we’ve done in the past. And though I like hard rough sex, no skin touching, having Izel’s naked body pressed against my very own, her hands gripping my shoulders and neck, her needing to be closer to me, needing to touch me sends butterflies swarming around.

Pulling back slightly, Izel sighs, her fingers tracing the tattoos along my arms. Only she won’t look at me.

“Why do you feel like I don’t love you?” I ask, having the need for her to recognize she’s the only woman I see. There was never anyone else, only her.

“I don’t know,” she whispers, still not looking at me.

“Izel,” I say, tipping her head up so she’ll look at me. “Don’t lie to me. I want to hear what you have to say. You’ve never once shied away from telling me what you think or how you feel. Please don’t start now. I’d rather you scream at me, throw a tantrum. I want you to do anything but shut me out. I can’t handle you shutting me out. I won’t. So, you’re going to tell me right here while we’re both naked on our kitchen island. Tell me, why do you think I don’t love you, Red?”

Izel’s eyes never leave mine. Neither of us blinks. Taking a deep breath, she gives me a small smile.

“I’m a lot. I’m too much. I grew up with a shit parent, and Mom died when I was young. My father, he was abusive, he said things. He said no one would want me and well after a while I believed him. I couldn’t help it, you know, the things he would say. I was so young and well, as you know, I’m a loudmouth.” Smirking up at me, I can’t help but smile back. Because it’s true, she is a loudmouth and I love her for it.

“It’s hard to believe anyone could love me, even Gabriel. I mean he’s my brother for heaven's sake. But I’m a lot to deal with. I hate the taste of meat, but I love all sweets. I love my coffee, I have a big mouth, and never know when I need to shut up.”

Izel’s breath comes in ragged moments from having a full-on panic attack. I know Izel suffers from them silently, never wanting others to know what she’s actually feeling inside.

“Izel, you are a lot. You talk too much, the caffeine addiction, the sugar addiction you have is out of this world. Don’t even get me started on the fact you never pick up your dirty clothes. You always miss the hamper, which makes no sense to me. The toothpaste cap is always screwed on wrong, the amount of hair you leave on the shower wall, along with the fucking drain…”

“I’m sorry I’m such a problem,” Izel snaps, trying to wiggle her way off my lap. Only I’m not having it. I won’t let her go.

“Stop fucking moving,” I growl, tightening my arms around her waist. “I never once said it was a problem. I don’t know if you notice but I tolerate very little, especially from those who I don’t give a shit about. So, tell me, Izel, if I didn’t love you would I let you do any of that? The answer is no, I wouldn’t. I love you. I love everything about you.” Tipping her chin up once more, I lay it all out for her.

“I bought a coffee machine for you, and I will gladly pick up all your dirty clothes because I love you being naked. I love you naked in our bed. I don’t care that your hair is everywhere because that means you’re here. I’ve picked up so much of your hair that is wrapped around my balls and ass. But I wouldn’t change it.”

Izel chuckles, her eyes softening at my words. I never want her to second guess what I want. Because she’s all I want, every day, all day. She’s the one I think about when I wake up and when I fall asleep. As cliche as that sounds, she is. She’s my whole world.

“Just be patient with me?”

“I’ll remind you every day, Red.”

“Every day, huh?” She laughs, just as the back door opens. Both of us stiffen, realizing we are naked in the middle of the kitchen, and Gabriel is about to walk in on us.

Unfortunately, neither of us move fast enough because when Gabriel rounds the corner, he stops in his tracks, eyes wide. And right behind him is my mother.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Gabriel slams his eyes shut, while my mother cocks her head to the side, frowning at me.

“Zion Wyatt Rain, didn’t I teach you better? If you’re going to have sex with a girl, you can’t do it in the middle of the kitchen!” she hisses, letting out a laugh, her head falling back.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter.

19

Izel

“So,Izel,Gabriel,howdid you meet my son?” Zion's mother asked.

I almost laugh at her question, because not even fifteen minutes ago not only did she walk in on us, but so did my brother. I expected her to yell at us and be completely disgusted by our actions. Yet, they both turned their backs so we could run upstairs and clean ourselves up. When we finally come downstairs, we find Gabriel laughing while his mother bleached the countertop talking about how she didn’t raise him in a barn.

It’s odd seeing a caring parent.

"Well I met him out in the woods while he had a gun aimed at me,” Gabriel finally answers, shoving a banana into his mouth.

Ms. Rain gasps before shooting daggers at her son. I can’t help myself but laugh ready to tell her all about how I met him.

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