Page 18 of Night Fever
I feel someone coming after me - and I know who it is, by the weight of his steps and his scent in theair.
“Hey,” Hendrick says behind me, “this is getting fuckingridiculous.”
I feel my eyes well up with hot tears, but I don’t blink them away. I don’t want them to fall down my cheeks. I don’t want them to fuck up my makeup. I don’t want Hendrick to see what a fucking mess Iam.
I get to the top of the stairs and push the door open, making and quick left into the hallway, and start toward my old bedroom. I don’t want Hendrick to see me cry, but I can’t help turning around to look athim.
Because even though there’s an ugly side to me, something wrong with me deep inside, I can’t deny the pull he has on me - the pull he has on mysoul.
Hendrick
I shouldn’t be watchingher ass in that dress. I shouldn’t be drooling over her right now. My cock shouldn’t be hard as a rock as I follow her upstairs with her dad downstairs at her birthday party. But there’s something in the way she keeps pushing me away that’s intriguing and infuriating and makes me want to fight even more forher.
“You listen to me,” I say as we get to the top of the stairs. She makes a sharp left through the door and I follow tightly behind her, my hands finding her hips and spinning her around. “What the hell is going on withyou?”
“What my father did down there was completely inappropriate,” she says frantically, her eyes red and slick with the aching start of tears. It makes my insides clench up, but I push my anger at her father away. What’s more overpowering, what’s making my soul ache, are her tears. “He has no business discussing my private medical matters in front ofa…”
Her voice trails off in a sad, defeatedcadence.
“In front of what?” I say, drawing her in close. “Astranger?”
I feel her sigh heavily as her chest shudders againstme.
“It doesn’t feel like that, does it?” shesays.
“No,” I reply, taking her exquisite face in my hands. I watch as she chews the corner of her bottom lip, her big blue eyes wide and sparkling with a flame behind them, replacing the tears and the ice that I know she feels inside her soul. “The moment I met you I knew you weren’t a stranger. The moment I met you, I felt something inside me that I’ve never felt. The moment our eyes locked, something long dormant inside me came alive. Is that fuckingcrazy?”
“Yes,” she whimpers as I crush my lips to hers. We stumble back against the wall and I pin her there, her delicate, soft wrists exposed on either side of her face, and my lips find the inside of one of her hands. Her fingers curl slightly and the petal-soft pads find my cheek as I kiss up her arm as my other hand curves around her back to find the small sweep down to her perfect, plumpass.
“I’ve thought about you every moment since I met you,” I say, my lips coming to the inside of her elbow. Her body falls against me as I pick her up with one arm, putting my hand under her ass and bringing her down the dim, widehallway.
Being in this home is strange, but not in a way that feels wrong. Seeing her portraits on the wall, and family photos arranged in what I’m sure are expensive Tiffany frames, just makes me lament the fact that I am only discovering her now. That I was only given the gift of hernow.
It’s strange in how damn right itfeels.
We get to the end of the hallway, where there is one more room to the right and the big, winding, grand staircase to the left. I glance to my right and see a plaque nailed to the door, with TM painted in big silver letters with a pair of pink pointe shoes next toit.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling her closer to me. She turns her head and looks where I’ve stopped, and I can feel her soaked panties making the front of my pants wet. Looking down at her tight dress bunched up around her creamy, curvy thighs, I take a mental photograph because this is the thing I want to envision as I take my last breath on this damnearth.
“This is my room,” she breathes with a small laugh. “I...I don’t know if we should dothis.”
“I can’t fuck you in your room darling, as much as I wantto.”
“Up the stairs,” she says before I put a frantic, firey kiss to her sweet honey lips. “The attic. No one will look for us upthere.”
I am going to hell for fucking my buddy’s daughter in his own damn house. But if I am, I want the flames to swallow me up and take me, because I’ve never felt so fucking alive as I do withher.
I check behind us and bound up the stairs with her legs still wrapped tight around my hips. I can smell her in the air, the sweet scent of her hair and the desire dripping off of her making my heart swell and my cock steel hard to bury inside that sweet, softpussy.
We get to the top of the stairs and I kick the door open, expecting a bunch of dusty old painted portraits of white people draped with big painters’ sheets and maybe some old video game systems collectingdust.
Butinstead?
“It’s a guest room,” she says, lacing her fingers through myhair.
“Is this where you sneak all your boyfriends?” I growl, throwing her down on the bed and kneeling at the edge, pulling her slowly by the ankles so she’s closer tome.
My fingers find the end of her panties and I pull them down those perfect thighs, and she lifts her ass off the bed to help me, a low moan coming from her lips as she spreads her legs open for me when the panties are finallyoff.
