“Jayden,” her hands slaps my back sliding down to the top of my back pocket feeling for the passports. “Fuck! You’re not joking?” Her questioning glare reaches me as she steps away from my embrace.
“Na, babe. Mike is in the car with all the bags ready to go.”
A smile licks my lips as a look of what the fuck hit hers.
“No, Jayden. We can’t run when it gets tough.” Fuck, running my hands through my hair, I know she’s right. She’s always right.
“I have to still go on tour, babe.” I push out as she turns from me sinking onto the sand below. I watch as she picks up handfuls of sand and slowly opens her fingers, watching the trails of the warm sand slip through.
“That’s what I feel, like sand running through the cracks. Constantly trying hard to stay but always fading.”
My heart beats fast inside my chest as I feel the real raw life hit me for the first time in a long time.
“Tru, you wanna know something? Before you, all I wanted to do was get high and die and now there’s you and all I wanna do is____”
She cuts me off.
“Get high and lie?” she questions, her eyes burning into mine. Her glasses that she always wears slide slightly down onto the bridge of her nose. She’s dressed in sweats and a cropped over-sized jumper. The breaking evening sun lighting her skin and hair up with streaks of fire causing a low rumble inside my chest. I wanna fuck that mouth of hers.
“No, smart ass,” I push out as I lean into her. She has no choice but to drop the sand and lean back, my massive frame shadowing her tiny one. Her body falls back onto the soft, gritty sand with her hair fanning out. My cock grows in my sweats. Nothing but the soft fabric holding my growing erection back.
“Really, Rap Devil, I beg to differ,” She winks at me as her hands find my sides. Her touch is hot and fleeting. Not there long enough to burn but just long enough to leave a heat hot enough to make me miss it when it’s gone. Her hand finds the hair that has fallen over my eyes.
“Your eyes, Jay, they don’t lie.” She purrs out pulling my face down to hers as her fingers link around the back of my neck.
“Getting high I love it. I do. But I want you as much, no more than I want that.” I say while tucking a fallen piece of hair behind her ear that has fallen from that messy bun she wears so well.
“I have to leave though.” Her shocked eyes meet mine boring into me.
“Stay with me tonight I don’t wanna be alone.” I breathe out as her head falls to mine.
“I wasn’t going to let you be alone like ever but…”
Kissing her lips, I cut her off taking her mouth fast. Her tongue fights back against mine as I claim her breathing, just slightly, so I can feel her breath hot on my cooling lips. “It’s what I have to do, babe. Tour, leave.” My eyes seek hers.
“I can’t, I won’t come,” her voice is so soft, so quiet. If I didn’t see her lips move, I would have thought I didn’t hear those five words.
“I know.”
Chapter Fifteen.
Tru
We stayed at my place. I was glad, at least when he was gone, I could still smell him on my bedsheets.
Lying in bed, on my side, twirling my fingers around a strand of his hair.
We ate way too much Italian takeout and drank expensive red wine.
We sat on the deck watching the night roll in around us. Making love to him under the stars was an experience that I will not forget in a long time. The way he devoured my body and burnt me into his memory, mapping each part of my body into his mind. I dug and scratched my way into his skin leaving my mark, tiny scars that he could take with him everywhere.
“I want you to need me as much as you need them,” I whispered out to his sleeping body.
“I want you to love me as much as you love them,” I run my finger over his cheekbone as a small tear slipped from my eyes rolling down my cheek.
“I’m begging you secretly right now to stay,” I say while gliding my finger from his cheek to his lips.
“I am so addicted to you, Tru, it’s better than any high they give, the drugs give me what I need. Can’t you see that?” His voice startles me. Pulling my hand back, his eyes open meeting mine and I see the pain of my words. My neck creeps with red hot embarrassment.
