Page 41 of Tear Me Down
The night air is warm, cooler than it would normally be for mid-June, but I’m certainly not complaining. It feels calm and energetic, and even though we haven’t won anything today, for some reason it feels like victory. As if something finally went the way we wanted it to, and even though it’s a small success, it means a lot to Damien, therefore it means a lot to me. He’s smiling, actually smiling, and I didn’t have to come up with a joke or bat my eyes to coerce one from him. I’ll definitely take the win.
As we approach the car, he looks down at me, morphing that smile into a more seductive smirk. His body relaxes just a little, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. He surprisingly wasn’t as touchy as he normally is tonight, and I have a feeling he’s about to make up for that loss.
The moment we’re close enough, he pushes me against the passenger side door, gripping my hips in a fierce hold and attacking my mouth with his own—unleashing a hunger that’s surely been brewing all night. My body instantly heats up, igniting my own fire from his flames and spreading outward, causing me to melt against him. He leans into me more, pressing his entire body against mine so I can feel his erection through his pants. It’s rock hard and clearly straining, begging to be released.
His hands glide down to cup my ass just before he grabs on to my soft flesh and lifts me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he uses his pelvis to hold me steady. His sharp teeth and soft lips move to my neck, working in sync with his hips to make me whimper—I’m almosttempted to let him have me right here in the parking lot. I tilt my head, needing him to give me more, to move further down, to do anything besides tease me like this.
But that’s when I notice something moving past the other cars and across the street. A man stepping quickly, with the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and his hands in his pockets—looking around aimlessly, as if he’s afraid someone will notice him. He’s moving away from Until Dawn, and nothing else is open this time of night, so the activity is suspicious at best.
“Damien?” I attempt to say more sternly, but it still mostly comes out a moan. He moves his face back to mine before biting my bottom lip and pulling it out with his teeth.
“What is it, little wolf?”
God, I love it when he calls me that…
“Look,” I release the grip on his hair to point in the direction of the hooded stranger, and he gently sets me down to look in the same direction. His brows furrow as we watch the man walk up to the pharmacy door, sneaking and slithering like he’s trying to be stealthy. “Is he going to try to break in?” Damien turns around, keeping a hand on my waist, but I can tell he wants to act. Just when the stranger reaches for the door, and I think he’s going to try to pry it open, another man’s hand reaches out from the inside. He gives the hooded stranger something before quickly closing it again. “That’s suspicious, right?”
“Very.” He looks around the parking lot, seemingly scanning the area. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to leave you out here alone.” His grip on my waist tightens.
“Fuck that, I'm coming with you,” I retort, and he jerks his gaze back to mine. The fight is there, twinkling behind his holographic eyes, but I can see the surrender in them, knowing that we don’t really have time for anything else. He huffs as he grabs my hand and leads me to the building next to us, plastering us against the brick wall and leading me down towards the street.
“I need to lure him somewhere, but it’s not late enough to just take him off the street—someone could notice,” he mumbles. It’s not like he can just step out and yell, ‘Hey buddy, come here for a second,’ or walk up to the hooded stranger and pretend they’re old friends. For Damien, this may be more difficult than it needs to be, but I might know what could make a man like that walk into a dark parking lot. All we have to do is get him inside the bar, right?
“I'll do it,” I offer back to him, but I’m immediately met with his sharp gaze.
“The fuck you will!” he somehow whispers and roars at the same time. I reach up and kiss his cheek before taking a step back.
“Don’t worry baby, I'll lead him right to you.” I push my breasts up and together as I pull the front of my dress down. Then, I pull the bottom of my dress up slightly so it shows more of my thighs—actually, almost up to my ass, but at this point? Whatever is going to work. I bend over enough to fluff my hair and then stand back up, letting the whoosh flip my stomach. I push the nerves away, already deciding to do this, regardless of the fact that I’m about to show my body off to a complete stranger. Damien bites his lip and leans against the wall as he rakes his gaze over my body.
“Or we could just pretend we didn’t see him, and I could fuck you right here,” he murmurs more seductively. “Who told you that you could look so fucking sexy?” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close, grinding against me again in hopes that I’ll abort the new mission—which is very tempting.
“Hey, it’s your fault. You keep putting all of this confidence in my head and now I think I'm invincible when I'm near you.”
“You’re damn fucking right you are.” He kisses me deeply again, forcing his tongue back into my mouth, but I groan as I push him away.
“Focus horn dog, we’ll have sex later, I promise.” I quickly kiss him and grab his phone out of his pocket, needing to get my act together before I walk out onto the sidewalk, so I don’t completely screw this up.
I take a deep breath to get my mind together before stepping out, allowing my heels to click loudly against the concrete to draw his attention. The hooded stranger perks up, and I use that as a cue to put Damien’s phone up to ear, pretending I’m on the phone with someone. I sure hope I can pull this off—that I don’t make an absolute fool of myself or get into a dangerous situation. But Damien is right there—I know he won’t let anything happen to me, and I need to put on a brave face to help him possibly get some of the answers he’s looking for. The moment the hooded man turns to look at me, I slip into the façade of a drunken girl on a night out, determined to put on a show.
“No, no, do not call him. I'll—I'll just find someone who can help me.” I pretend to look around aimlessly, locking eyes with him only a few seconds later. “Oh! I see someone! I'll call you back!” I ‘hang up’ the phone and put it in my pocket, adding a slight stumble to my steps as I walk up to the man. “Ooohhh my God! I'm so happy there’s someone out this late!” I say to him with my voice up an octave, giving off a needy whine as I grab the middle of my chest, drawing his attention to my boobs. “Can you help me?”
“What’s the problem?” he asks as he snarls subtly, dragging his gaze over me quickly and looking me up and down. If it wasn’t for the way he stood a little straighter, I wouldn’t be sure if he was going to take the bait or not.
“I was at the bar, aaandd—and I locked my keys in my car. Can you help me unlock my c-car? My boyfriend will be ssoooooo mad at me if I have to call him to come get me. Please? I—I—I don’t mean to be a bother…” I shake my head lightly, wanting to push the lie a little further.
“No, no. You're not a bother, I'm happy to help.” He holds his hands out to me.
Dumbass.
“Ooohhhh my God, you're amazing! Thank you sssooo much!” I go to turn and walk with him, but fake stumble and allow him to catch me.God I hate myself for this. Damien is definitely going to kill him.
“Whoa, easy now,” he purrs.
“I'm so sorry! Thank you! You're soooo sweet!”
