“I’m so sorry, Tru. I’ll take him home.”
I look into his kind eyes and see so much worry for a guy who seems hell-bent on destroying himself.
“He’s wasted and all he’s been doing is this dance with liquor and the devil, wanting what he can’t have and that’s you. It’s not in him to feel happiness other than as a high he will always chase with coke, liquor or fake love.”
I pull Mike into me he has just told me more than he needed but everything I knew. I have done this same dance many times before. Took a near death experience and a fatal over dose to wake me up, but I killed my sister in the fight to kill myself
Leaning up on my tippy toes I kiss his cheek, I know the sense of duty he feels to keep Jayden on this side of life.
“I’ve got him now. You go home. I’m sure you would like a night off.” A smile cracks over his face and his eyes say it all.
He lets himself out and I try to scoop Jayden from over the coffee table. He smells of Jack Daniels and smoke.
“I’m made from a thousand ghosts, babe,” he slurs trying to regain his balance. He’s heavy but feels so good under my touch. My body awakens whenever he’s near, he’s dangerous. This is a deadly game I don’t wanna play, yet I know I will. Losing isn’t in me and I want to check mate, not only his body but his mind and his soul.
“Aren’t we all,” I breathe into his ear as I pull him into me. He starts to pull back to look at me and losses his balance. We fall together into my Christmas tree. With a thud and a crash, the lights start to flicker, and decorations fall and break under us. Sprawling over the room the tip of my tree hits my glass doors as my body lays over Jayden’s his eyes look up behind us.
“Fuck, babe,” he mouths out as his look falls back to me.
“I fucking hate Christmas, aye,” he says into my lips, my nose touching his as his hands slide up my back to the nape of my neck. My body hums and he feels it. I feel it as his lips find mine not quite touching but close enough to desire the taste to want to nip, suck and devour.
“For you though I’ll like it.” I feel him smirk, his features soften not so hard and rigid. He pulls back slightly taking a deep breath as I search his face. He winks as my hands find his shoulders and I break the trance of our tongues wantingto duel together, our breath dancing together.
“Mmmmm, I love the way you smell all bad boy and Jack.” Slamming my lips shut I didn’t just say that out loud, did I? The look on his face tells me yes, yes, I did.
He has me in his clutches. His grip on my neck tightens and my ovaries clench with the contact.
“Mmmmmm”
He mummers out as he pushes me slightly back into him.
He raises his hips slightly and his package presses into me and my body shudders with longing to feel him, all of him.
“Chica.” He breathes into me, his eyes searching mine. “You can’t say such things and not expect me to skull fuck you.”
Pulling my head back his grip moves to my hair as he laces his fingers through it.
“Well, bad boy, maybe that’s just what I fucking need.”
Shock hits his pupils as it does with mine. I see my eyes in his and I can’t help but smirk.
I can’t be strong around him not with his dick digging into my apex, my heart beating with his, and his hands in my hair. He looks as good as I’m sure he tastes and fuck me, I wanna taste him so bad.
“I’m scared,” he admits. My eyes find his through the flicker of broken Christmas decorations and lights.
His honesty floors me as he panics trying to move up from under me.
“Stop.” My hands find his face and hold his eyes to mine, his skin is clammy under my touch.
He tries to pull his eyes from mine shaking his head to free my grip.
“Me too, babe. I’m scared that you will take my heart and stomp the fuck out of it. You’re, well you and I’m, well me.”
My forehead rests on his as my lips kiss the tip of his nose.
“You’re such a dick.” he mouths, his breath hot on my chin.
“Well, Jay, it takes one to know one.”
