Page 15 of Sinister Hearts
I had other important things to think about right now. Like getting through this divorce and starting over with Birdie. Being back in town was only temporary, until I saved enough moneyto be anywhere but here. I had to get my mind together and stay focused. I needed to focus on surviving and leaving the past where it belonged—behind me.
When Stefani called me to fix a mirror for her a couple weeks ago,it wasn’t even a question. She was great to the Grimwood’s, and whatever she needed we made sure to take care of her. I honestly wasn’t expecting to see Faye there, nor was I prepared to catch her in her underwear with no bra on—she was still a sight for sore eyes. The minute we laid eyes on each other after five years, was not what I thought it would be given the circumstances. She still took my breathaway, but the minute she realized it was me she looked almost repulsed. Stefani told me she accidentally broke the mirror in the bathroom while cleaning. One: that didn’t make sense, and two: I knew that bathroom was Faye’s. I still remember the floral wallpaper.
When she came to inspect the noise the first thing I noticed was, well, her pebbled pierced nipples, and second was her hair. It looked like someone had just chopped it right off. Faye was always a firecracker, it was one of the things that used to drive me crazy about her. I knew damn well Faye was the one who shattered that mirror. That girl must have forgotten how deeply I knew her.
She was the scripture to my doomed soul. I knew every scar, where each freckle kissed her skin, and where every scar lay on her body. I knew the look she gave right before she released. Like she was born again, found in orgasmic want and need. I wondered if she gave another man that part of her. The thought stung.
My girl was back and she would be mine again, but she wasn’t the girl I left behind. No, my little light had faltered and I’d make sure we torched the flame. I wanted her, needed her, so badly it had me agonized for years. I needed Faye to love herself and accept herself before she could love me again. The empty glass crushed in my hands as I watched my blood drip from my palm and stain my dark wooden floors. Nothing was as painful as seeing my little light falter.
What happened to her?
Where did she go when it got so dark?
Fury penetrated my blood as it coiled underneath my flesh.
Who hurt my little light?
I knew I had to make an appearance at the saloon again just to see her. Avi gave me the heads up that she would be there, and I was also parched, but not for alcohol. I was up all nightthinking about her. She was still as gorgeous as she was five years ago.
She had grown more into her body. Her breasts heavy, her curves wanting to show beneath her sadness, yet she was still so beautiful. A woman that took my damn breath away, with her thick, dark hair and her exotic eyes. Dammit, I loved those dark almond eyes and those heart-shaped lips. I saw the way she was eyeing my coat, the same way I was eyeing the sadness in her.
I knew all the questions would come, but they would have to wait. That was the last thing she needed to worry about. No one would dare even touch her in this town knowing I was a Grimwood. As far as I was concerned, she was safer here than anywhere else. Where I could keep a watchful eye on her.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her face. The same face I dreamed about for years. The same face that taunted my heart was back—for reasoning’s no other than my own, and I hated myself for it. When Avi told us Faye was back in town my heart froze, and I wasn’t even sure I still had one to be honest. I had heard the rumors about why she had come back to Grimstone, but knew better than to believe everything that circulated in this town. Either way, I wanted to snap that tool’s neck in half. I’d never met the guy, but I never liked him either. Not that I took much better care of Faye’s heart. But if what I heard was true, he needed to meet Death.
I tossed and turned in my empty king-sized bed, exhausted by my pestering thoughts. Some nights I missed having company, but quality company was becoming difficult to find in this town, and I’m a quality over quantity kind of guy. I never had any issues finding company, I just didn’t want it anymore after a while. Temporary hook-ups were fun when I was younger, but they now bore me, leaving me feeling even more empty as soon as they would get what they needed from me and then leave. We were using each other. They knew it… I knew it.
I wasn’t a man of commitment. Faye was my last long-term committed relationship. For me, getting laid was entertainment, and I was a man with needs, this was true. Women had needs as well, and I was happy to be of service, but I always felt vacant after. Something vast and shallow had grown in my heart. I had dated here and there, but nothing ever lasted. I was too aloof for the women who wanted to date me. The truth is, my heart belonged to the girl that I broke when we were nineteen.
I never let myself live it down, not even to this day. I couldn’t give my heart away to another woman the way I had given it to Faye all those years ago. There was nothing left of me to give, because that damn woman still had me. She had a hold on me like a serpent, constricting me from loving anyone else the way I did her. She cursed me. I was hers and she was mine. She just needed a reminder.
Faye was the one who got away, the girl who stole my doomed soul. She was the life of the party everywhere we went. But that’s not the Faye I saw last night. She seemed different. Like someone had tinkered with her light. The light that lived in her eyes had dimmed. It was what attracted all of us guys like a moth to a flame. But now she seemed nervous, scorned, uncertain. Which wasn’t like the Faye I knew and loved back then. If I knew anything about Faye, it was that she was stubborn as all hell and the girl couldn’t quit for nothing, even if it killed her. The question is, had she quit me? Had she thought about me all these years like I thought about her, or was I just a fool living in my fucked up head.
I thought about our first date and her beautiful heart-shaped face. I immediately became hard. It wasn’t because of her face—okay, maybe it was. But it was mainly because I had taken her to an arcade for our first date and she beat my ass in a game, and that’s never happened. Ever. Especially not the barrel racer of Grimstone High.
I watched Faye play with herself on my laptop with a camera I had Ryker install while they were out shopping a week ago, after I had run into her at The Wild Minx. Did she really think that was it? That we would run into each other, say our hello’s and that would suffice?Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. A brave thought, truly.
I took my thick, long cock out, my tip already glistening with precum. I began stroking my length, my cock hardening, imagining it was my Faye. I imagined I was fucking her face, while those swollen lips took me in and out of her pretty mouth. Fuck, I needed the release after seeing her after years. I still wanted her. I wanted her so bad.
I pumped my hardened thick length in my palm as I imagined her choking on me as I blessed her with my milky cum. Making her new again. “Yes, little light, I’d make you new again.”
I continued watching her as she played with her swollen clit as she pinched her pierced nipple. Fuck, I wanted that piercing in my mouth with the metal gliding over my tongue. She arched her back, close to climax; we would come together. I pumped my hard, velvet cock. “That’s good, baby girl, play with that perfect juicy wet pussy for me.” Her moans became louder, and she began to come on her fingers as she pumped them inside and out. I could hear her wet pussy with each motion. “Such a good fucking girl, little light.”I panted, while ropes of my cum painted the floor.
I cleaned up, wondering who she was fantasizing about. Who was the lucky bastard who had her so worked up in her mind? Jealousy crossed my mind. I wonder, was my girl thinking about me?
I could smell her arousal and pheromones even over all the salty sweat and liquor at the saloon. She was aching for me as much as I was for her. There was no denying the chemistry we both still had. Faye was like a bird, the more you tried to cageher the more she just wanted to fly, and right now the only cage she had was herself, her pain… the past. She didn’t need a cage, she needed to be set free. Would she let Death liberate her, was the question. Would she let me strip the wounds away, lick them clean from her spirit, and let me claim her?
I watched Faye get ready for work over the week, constantly peering at herself in uncertainty, killing me. The way she hid behind her clothes and that pretty smile she didn’t think I could see through. The tears, and scars behind it. I saw her, I knew her, and I felt her constantly. Her very existence etched itself onto my black calloused heart, consuming me every fucking day and driving me into obsession. What Faye had forgotten is that she left scars, too. Scars that penetrated beyond the flesh and soul.
Six years ago-
I knocked on Faye’s farmhouse front door, nerves getting the best of me. I placed my hands in my jean pockets, eyeing my black hoodie sweatshirt and work boots in her stained-glass window. A black stallion mustang prodded around the fenced arena—black as night, magnificent and wild, as it huffed, shaking its head at me, his black coat glistening in the sun, looking sleek and satin. I smirked at the wild beast.“Don’t worry, beast, I wish them no harm,” I assured, walking to the stallion slowly with my hands up. The stallion gazed at me with his dark beady eyes, alert and cautious.
“Vaere koam.” I reached my hands out to the beast so it could catch my scent and aura. The stallion made its way slowly towards my hands, sniffing them, his muzzle tickling my palms. I slowly brought my hands up to his reins and stroked his muzzle.
Her mother, Stefani, caught me off guard with a warm, inviting smile.
“Well, would you look at that? I’ve never seen him be so welcoming, especially with a man. He was abused… abandoned. He’s had a hard time trusting humans again.”
