Page 4 of Going Dark

She screams and drops the bag sending the things inside of it rolling. Her keys are in her hand like she's going to use them on me to defend herself. It's more cute than menacing but I'm not going to tell her that.

"Sorry." I bend down to help her gather the things at her feet. Our hands land on a bag at the same time but I'm quicker. I stand to see what I scooped up before she could and come up with a bag of pads.

"Oh my God! Give those to me." She yanks them out of my hands and I make a note of her cycle. It will come in handy in the future. Every man should be able to tell when to prepare himself with chocolate and foot rubs for his woman. "Why the hell are you creeping around my porch anyway? Haven't you got a country to bomb or something?"

"Ah, darlin', you know I retired." I can't stop the smile that flits across my face at her smart mouth. I am going to enjoy putting it to use doing something else besides burning me down. "Besides I'd much rather conquer you if we're talking about war here."

She goes still in the dark and I curse the dark that surrounds us. I want to look at her face, to find out what she is thinking. Evie wasn't very good at keeping things in, at least not from me. I want to know if that's changed. If I can still read her like an open book.

"Go home, Alex. I think you might be drunk again."

"That was one time. One time, Evie." I smile at the memory. Her mom was so mad and my mom slapped the shit out of me the next morning. I had gotten the houses confused and walked into their house. It was an honest mistake since we walked into each other's houses all the time without knocking or asking permission. This particular time when I tied one on I wound up in Evie's bed and her mom was pissed when she found us the next morning. Thinking about it now I wonder if my body knew Evie was mine before my mind got on board.

"Well, you seem to be all about repeating mistakes, something I don't do. Go home." She turns her back on me like I'm going to do exactly what she says. Evie has no idea about the man I've become. She has no idea the man she is turning her back on.

"Evie, look at me." I give her one more chance. She has her key in the lock and unless I just shove myself in my chances are running out.

I finally have to take her by the shoulders and spin her, pushing her up against her door. I can tell from this close that she is wearing a look a surprise. I yank the bag out of her arms and stand in front of her. My hands go to her hips before I can stop them. One of them trails up to wrap around her throat causing her eyes to grow big. I can feel the thump of her pulse under my fingers.

"Evie, do you know what I studied when I was in the Navy?" She looks like she doesn't have a clue how this is important or why it led to me putting my hands on her. After a while, she shakes her head no. "Among other things, biology. I studied biology. Do you know how many muscles and veins are in your neck, baby?"

Having her neck in my hands definitely unleashes the more dominant side of me. I like having her this way. Not sure if that makes me a sick fuck or not, the jury's still out. She shakes her head no again.

"A fuck ton. In fact, it's really stupid how we as a species don't take better care of our neck. It's so easy to kill someone there. It's why wolves protect their mate's neck when they are in a fight with another animal."

"Alex?"

I just found out I really like hearing Evie say my name all breathy and moany. "Yes, baby."

"What the hell does that have to do with me?"

My lips tilt up in a Cheshire grin knowing this is going to piss her off, "Just wanted to tell you, darlin'," I move in closer to her so that my body has hers trapped. It's the closest we have been in almost ten years. "Because when I have you under me, holding you by the neck while I pump my cock in and out of you there won't be any time to talk."

When I pull back to look into her eyes they are all sorts of stormy and I just found my new thrill. Who needs being shot at when you can have daggers thrown at you with a look! She raises her hand to encircle the one I still have wrapped around her neck. She pulls and I almost laugh out loud at the thought of her being strong enough to yank my hand from her throat but I don't. I give in and move back, dropping my hand as I go. Before she can pull her hand away from mine I have it flipped over and holding hers.

"Just wanted you to understand where the lines are drawn." I hold her hand up to my mouth and use my tongue to split her fingers apart in a move I would like to be doing to her pussy. Her eyes are fucking huge when I do it too. Much bigger than when I had my hand around her throat.

I turn and walk away. I might not be getting into the house tonight but now when I do she can't say she wasn't warned where this is going. I start to whistle as I take a sucker out of my back jean pocket. It's been a good night!

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Evie

It's been over a week since Alex ambushed me outside my own house. I have made sure not to 'get caught' again. It hasn't gone unnoticed that I am trying to avoid him either. Ana asked me two days ago if there was something going on between me and her brother. I assured her there is absolutely nothing between me and him but he doesn't make the whole thing any easier on me. He's been asking about me a lot more according to Ana and he calls or texts me at least once a day, stupid texts too, like 'good morning, sunshine' or 'sweet dreams, baby'. And yesterday I came home and found a large bouquet of flowers lying on my porch with a note asking me if I wanted to have dinner with him. I figure he's pretty adept at catching hints since he's in an elite military group so I wrote on the back of the card in big red letters -NO- and left them lying on the hood of his jeep.

I have been doing more of my studying with my class group. A lot of that doesn't have anything to do with Alex. It just so happens that I am struggling in one of my math classes and the woman puts us in small workgroups anyway. We all agreed to meet at a café in the city so none of us had to entertain the others. The people in my group are...different.

Britney is younger than me and is dating the only male of our group, Joe, who apparently lives to give her sex all the time. They go at each other like bunnies and half the time when they sneak off to the bathroom and leave me and Tammy, the other member, sitting for thirty minutes it’s because they are in there fucking. They take PDA to a whole other level. Tammy is older than me and seems just as driven by sex as Britney and Joe are. She has a new man every weekend.

I am the only virgin of the group, not that they know that, and don't really want to have sex with anyone. There was a time I tried. Right after Alex rejected me and I went back to college. I finally gave up on my dream and said fuck it. I just wanted the whole virgin thing over with. My roommate had a friend who was a nice guy I guess. He was everything Alex wasn't so I thought that was good. I knew I wouldn't do something stupid and hurtful like say Alex's name when I was with this guy which would be a complete mood killer.

One night when my roommate wasn't there we started making out and kissing. He took my top off and I was pretty confident it was going to be the night I lost my v-card. He didn't last long enough to take it out of his pants and called me Karen. I was still in my bra. I wore less at the beach when I went with Ana. Afterwards he went home, and a few days later I found out he was 'practicing' losing his virginity before he actually did with some girl named Karen 'who he really liked'. I vowed I was staying a virgin forever. The two times I tried to lose my virginity ended like a bad punch line to a comedy on a Friday night lineup of TV shows. One laughed at me and one couldn't remember my name and wanted to use me as training wheel sex. Whoever Karen is she wasn't missing much though.

I'm not even sure why people want to have sex. What makes it so special? I've masturbated. A lot after my mom passed away. Never really before that just because my mom was always around and I didn't know how loud I was going to be. There was no way in hell I was going to try with her room right next to mine and doing it during the day seemed too...open. I felt too exposed to even try. But not too long after she passed I tried.

I wasn't very loud I don't think. It feels good sure. I know how to get myself off most of the time. But nothing that I would write a poem about or say I would die for. It's more of a stress reliever now. I do it when I am too wound up to sleep or I am super stressed about a test that's coming up. I even thought maybe I was doing something wrong so I researched and watched porn and I am very sure I am doing it right. It is way better than doing it with another person. Sex is something you do with someone you trust and I trust me just fine. I don't trust others at all when it comes to making myself vulnerable.

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