Page 14 of Straight, No Chaser
Thank fucking god warmth floods my body, loosening my muscles even more. Enticing me into the darkness tugging at my conscience. Where nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. I can't even keep my fucking eyes open lest I catch a glimpse of my asshole self.
A warm hand strokesmy over my cheek.
"Luciano? Are you okay?"
Angel.
My angel.
She's come to save me. I lift my bobbing head, massaging the crick in my neck, and blink, trying to bring her into focus despite the dimness. Even blurry she's so fucking beautiful. White light flickers on her gorgeous face from the laptop on her arm, while she balances a stack of papers and books in the other. Her hair twisted in a messy knot on the top of her head. Forehead lined with uncertainty.
I lick my lips, and swallow hard, unable to spit out the cotton lining my mouth. I wonder what she's working on.
Her face brightens a bit and she says lots of words. I can only catch some of them but they soundgood. Application. Recommended. Prestigious internship. Research. The kids.
That's who she loves. The kids. And Eli. Probably Ty. But not me. Never me. No one can ever fucking love me.Because I'm a fucking killer.
The table fills with her supplies. Neatly organized in front of me. She's so nice and smart. She comes close again. Her sweet lips by my ear.
"Let me help you to bed."
I try to keep from laughing when she tugs my arm, straining to pull me to my feet. So fucking tiny and she wants to fucking carry me.Take care of me.
No one ever wants to take care of me.
We're falling. My shoulder slams into something hard, but she's so fucking soft against my chest.Her delicate hands cup my cheeks, trying to talk to me. Make me move. But I don't want to move. I want to stay just like this. I need to fuck her so bad.
Her head shakes. She looks scared. Disappointed. Worried. I like her worryingabout me. I think.
I push off the wall and more junk falls on the floor. Why the fuck do we have so muchshit in here? Her arms slide around my waist and we walk. I suck ina deep breath. She smells so fucking good. Like cookies and sunshine and innocence.
My bed. She looks so fragile crawling across my enormous mattress, yanking down the comforter andtossing some of the pillows onto the chair. Her small smile is sad. I don't likeit. I don't like it one fucking bit.
She shoves me down on the bed but I can't lay down. I have to tell her I don'twant her to ever be fucking sad. I grab her tiny waist and force her to stand between my legs. God she's sofucking amazing. Her narrow shoulders tremble under my huge hands. Enormous looking, stroking above her slender claviclethat I could crush just by squeezing a little bit. But I won't. I don't want to dothat. I want to love her and make that gorgeous smile light up her face again.
She stares right into my eyes. Studying me so intently it hurts to look at her. To have her see what a worthless bastard I am.
Her pink lips move. I don'tknow what the fuck she's saying. I just have to taste her. I have to know whather mouth feels like on mine. I cup the back of her head. The haphazard little bun fallsapart as I thread my fingers through her silky blond hair and draw her to me.
Wide eyes flame with uncertainty. I swear to God I'll stop if she pushes meaway. Please fucking god don't let her push me away.
Fuck me if her lips don't part for me. I plunge inside tasting her sweetessence. Delving deeper from her moan, her tongue rubbing against mine as herfingers twist the fabric of my shirt. My hands glide up her toned thighs, the muscles twitching as I lift her skirt and tug at the silk strings curling around her hips. Caressing over the bones that straddle the heaven I want to touch. Possess. Worship.
She flinches, pulling away. "No, Luciano."
Panic seeps through her voice, gutting me to my core. I instantly drop my arms. As fucked up as I am, I could never hurt her. Never make her fear me. That's the last fucking thing I would ever want.
Pity replaces the anxiety darkening her stunning face. I let her push me down. Put covers on me. I don't want her to leave. I don't want to be alone. Somehow she must know. My angel understands what I need. Pink tipped fingers poke my bicep, encouraging me to lay on my side. I almost fucking explode from her sliding in behind me.
Hesitant at first, her body remains rigid. Don't worry. Don't be afraid. Don't run away. I won't do anything. I fucking swear.
Finally, she softens. Her hand even slides around my waist. Jerking back like she's been burned when she brushes against my throbbing cock straining against my pants. That's because of her. Only for her now. Even if she doesn't want me. I don't think I could fuck anyone else but her. I love her. No fucking lie. I love her.
"Shhh. Go to sleep now."
That's the last fucking thing I want to do with her delicate body curled against mine. I force myself not to roll over from her whisper. Not sure if I could. Even though I want to touch her more than I've ever wanted anything. Even more than my father being alive. I want to be like this every night. I need to make her promise she'll always be in my bed every night. Just mine. Me and her. Like this. Give me the chance to prove how good I can be to her.
"Okay, I promise."
