Page 37 of Touch Her and Die
“We’re perfect. Perfectly cracked together, Parks.”
I grabbed my cock in my hand and stroked it as she watched me. My fingers slid over a bead of pre-come at the head. I didn’t just like the way she watched me, licked her lips with each pump of my fist, I fucking needed it. I needed her.
I wanted her attention. I wanted her love.
I positioned my cock against her entrance and watched her pupils dilate. She held her breath and at that moment, I pressed into her hot, slick core in one strong thrust. I grew harder as I listened to her cry out my name with every single thrust that followed until I filled her.
Filled her mind, her soul, and her cunt.
FIFTEEN
halle
Thingsthat I didn’t like could probably fill an ocean. The things that I did? Well, that fit on two hands and some days, one.
One of them seemed to be walking a tightrope. Reaching over, the bed was empty. Of course it was. Lucky for him, I might have been in love with him, but I wasn’t a needy woman. I wish I had finished deciding if I should kill him though.
I needed a new flower to pluck at and make major life choices with. He didn’t fit my molds of whom to kill and when.
I sighed. It would break my heart if I killed him. It shouldn’t have been hard. I couldn’t love, or that’s what I had thought my entire life. But I was wrong and what was worse, if I was wrong, was I still broken?
I sniffed the air, and my stomach rumbled.
He should have woken me up and he didn’t. Rude.
The chill of the room hit me the second I threw off the covers and got my ass out of his bed. I didn’t want to put back on the shirt that had collected enough dirt and blood you’d have thought I’d done something meaningful in it. Instead, I took in the room. Where was that duffel?
The room wasn’t huge, and it wasn’t like his apartment in the city, still, it was clean and simple. And it smelled like him. I took notice of the two doors. One was probably the bathroom and logically, the one to my left was the closet. I needed both, but I opened up the door that was indeed the closet. The world stopped in that moment. He’d hung up my clothes.
And the plot thickens. He thought I was staying then? And how the hell had I slept through this? I was so off my game.
I grabbed a hanger and glared at what he’d packed me.
Where exactly did he think I was going?
Hanger after hanger told me that Parks was never going to pick out my clothes for a vacation again. Looking at this pile of crap, I was either going to be playing a slutty cowgirl or a pretty princess. Lord, I prayed there was something comfortable in between this mess.
My lip started to hurt as I sucked on it, trying to remember when I’d lost my own sense of fashion. He’d had someone shop for me, but even then, I’d worn a handful of what I wanted to and ignored the rest. This? This was all him. Fine, tiny jean shorts and a tank top it was. Where was my bra?
I looked around, and in the corner of the closet was a set of drawers. Okay. Fine. We would need to talk about his stupidly organized closet. Only a serial killer would do this to me.
That made me giggle. There had to be a drawer for weapons then too. I’d look later.
It was time to head to the shower next, to clean off cemetery gross mixed with gunpowder perfume. Maybe the scent of sex too. I didn’t mind that last one honestly.
It didn’t take me long, even if I had wanted to sit under the stream of warm water. My stomach growled over and over reminding me we hadn’t eaten in far too long. I finger combed my hair and threw myself together. There was food and I would find it, even if I needed to figure out a foreign house. Mapping every door, every window, every corner, every shadow.
I heard voices. Maybe he hadn’t left me yet.What if he had? Did I care?
I passed through the living room, towards the sound of the laughter, stepping out the patio door.
“Hey sleepy head. Are you hungry?”
Emilee smiled at me, and my initial thought was to recoil and also throat punch her. Instead, I tucked my hands into the jean pockets.
“Yes. Very.”
I looked at Parks, who was now standing. He came towards me.
