Page 16 of Red Obsession

Like a switch, she stops screaming. Her head pops up from the side of the bed, and her eyes focus back on me, only they’re cloudier than before. It’s something I should ask her, but remembering the way she freaked out last night and now here, I don’t.

“Zion?” she rasps, her throat scratchy from screaming. “Shoot, sorry. I di– I didn’t know it was you. Sorry for screaming.” She tries laughing it off, pushing off the bed to stand.

Standing to my full height, I step back. Afraid that if I look at her any longer, I’ll regret whatever comes out of my mouth. I hate the cloudiness in her eyes, the bags under them. I hated her screaming. And I’m not ready to admit she is doing something to me.

“We need to leave,” I grunt out.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let me just freshen up, and then we can head out.” Izel climbs over the bed, rushing into the bathroom. I shouldn’t be surprised when I hear the door lock, but it still does.

Closing my eyes, I hang my head feeling like a complete jackass. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but she awoke something in me. The need to protect her, the overwhelming urge to keep her latched to my side. The need to touch her all the time.

“You good over there?” Izel asks from behind me. Grunting, I swing my bag over my shoulder, not ready to sit in my truck with her for the next several hours. But the quicker we get to Denver, the better off she is away from me.

Yanking the door open, Izel follows me to the passenger side. Helping her in, I climb in myself.

“Do you think we could stop at the store?” she asks when I start the truck.

Refusing to look at her, I start the GPS once more. Eighteen hours left; I can drive through the night. Once she’s dropped off, I’ll just get a motel and sleep for a few hours before I head back.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I head into town, knowing there must be some type of store.

“Alright Zion.” Izel reaches over, turning the music down. We’ve been on the road for a few hours now after the store, where she reminded me of the fact she couldn’t live in my clothes. Much to my dislike, I loved seeing her in them. I also couldn’t hide the fact that seeing her wear leggings that hugged her thick thighs and round ass were doing things to me. I still convinced her somehow to wear my shirt. But that didn’t stop my mind from wandering, imagining what she felt like, wanting her handcuffed to my bed, while I took her from behind. To feel her warm cunt around me. To see her ass jiggle every time I slammed into her. Fuck, my cock w–

“Zion!” she yells.

Titling my head towards her, I see Izel’s face red with anger, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Are you even listening to me?”

No, I was just imagining what you’ll look like when I fuck you.

Shaking my head, I focus back on the road. No need to scare her any more than I already have been. Or imagine what she looks like while I’m buried deep inside her.

“Of course not, men never listen,” she scoffs, sulking back into her seat. “Whatever, we need to stop. I have to pee, and I’m thirsty.”

Glancing down, I notice we only have a fourth of a tank left, so might as well stop for gas anyway. Switching lanes, I take the next exit and pull into the gas station. Turning the truck off, I get out and begin pumping gas.

Once that’s done, I’m at the passenger door, opening it to help Izel down, only to find her spot empty. The rational part of my brain knows that she’s most likely inside. But I’ve never been very rational about anything in life.

Slamming the door closed, I make my way inside. The clerk's eyes snap up at me, widening at the sight of me. I always get the same stares. I’m a pretty big guy, who wears all black, tactical gear, gloves, and a mask. The only “skin” you can possibly see is my eyes.

Thankfully for my height, I can see over most anything in here. Which is how I find Izel, hands on hips at the coolers. Taking a deep breath, it does nothing to calm me down, not even when I’m standing next to her. It’s not rational. But I don’t seem to care.

“Smart or Voss?” she asks, pointing between the two.

While she’s deciding which water to get, I’m near seething, foaming at the mouth. I didn’t hear her get out of the truck, nor did she wait for me. She walked in here, without regard to her safety.She grinds my gears and most of all somewhere deep down, deep, deep down, I like it. It’s new, and I like that she pushes me. Even if I want to bash my head into the nearest wall.

“Z?” She finally looks up at me. Only I’m struggling with wanting to yell at her for not waiting for me. Not wanting her to call me Z because that's what everyone calls me. I like her calling me Zion. It feels almost special.

Reaching inside, I grab two Smart waters.

“Snacks?” I ask, leading her towards the aisle.

“I get snacks?” she gasps, twisting her fingers together.

“Yes,” I grunt, confused on why she’s so excited about snacks.

I watch as Izel grabs different types of candy, a few bags of chips, and then a random apple from the basket before we get to the clerk.

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