“What’s the time?”
“It’s one fucking PM, 81!”
Holding my hands up in front of me, I say, “Ok, little lady, calm down. Could be from all the whiskey she drank last night. She’s probably got a hangover.” Before stubbing out my smoke in the grass.
“How would you know that? She didn’t drink last night?”
Standing up I kiss the headstone and put my hand out to Timberly.
“Yes, she did,” I say to her.
Her eyebrow raises at me. "And you know this how?"
“I watched her. I sat inside her home and watched her all night.” I smiled at her as we began to walk toward my bike and a car parked sideways, half on the grass and half on the road.
“Wow, little lady, when did you start driving?”
“Today,” she said as I opened the car door for her. “Looks like it.”
Chapter Nine
81
Timberly was right. She’s not opened her shop, nor is she answering her door.
Right, this calls for breaking and entering. Well, it’s not really breaking in if she has a window open now, is it? I wink at Timberly as I climb onto the fire escape.
I need to find a way to make this shit easier to access, coz jumping from the street onto the first rung in jeans, boots and my leather cut is a mess.
“You know this is illegal, right? Oh, and not to mention crazy?” Timberly hollers at me. I steal a glance at her from the third rung, her hands are crossed over her chest as she stands in the middle of the road.
“So are you, standing there in the middle of the street like a mad woman. Now, get ya ass inside.” I smile down as her eyes narrow as she looks around. Cars are rolling to a slow stop on either side of her, honking the horn. As her hands fly out, one to the left the other to the right, I laugh and she yells, “Yeah, fucking yeah. I’m moving.”
I cannot help but laugh at her. Fuck, Timberly, only you can stop traffic and look non-crazy doing it. Slipping into the window I look around and I can see she’s still in bed. That is the bonus of being nearly seven feet tall, I can see up into the landing that has her bed on it. Walking into the kitchen, I look through the cupboards for shit to make her a coffee and some food. She has no coffee maker on her bench, she has nothing. This chick lives with the bare minimum; her apartment is empty. All white, no color. The only thing that pops color into the cloud like room are her green plants hanging from little white basket hangers and bookshelves along the far wall filled with colorful spines. That’s it though. Leaning against the back of the countertop, I run my fingers over my stubble
So little bird is an enigma. She has no coffee, no food. Her cupboards are mostly empty, bar the one above my head that is filled with bottles of Jameson, and a bowl of limes on the countertop. Her fridge has bottles of water, green apples, cheese, almond milk and a glass jar with some sort of nuts in it. Who keeps nuts in the fridge? Walking from the small kitchen, I run my hand over the white fluffy blanket on her couch, then pull it into my nose. It smells of her, flowers and purity. Alien and beautiful. Makes a pleasant change from the smoke and stale beer smell from the club girls.
My heart clenches as memories wash over me.
“You don’t smell like the others,” I said into her hair, freshly washed with my body wash.
“Well, no. I smell like you.” She laughed out as my hands pulled at the towel around her body, letting it fall to the floor in front of me.
“I know that,” I said as my eyes roam down her body. “You’re different,” I said into her skin as my lips seek out her flesh.
“It’s coz I’m not a club slut, 81. I came in here as just Jenna’s sister.”
“Mmmmm hmmmm,” I said into her collarbone as my fingers sunk into her wet and warm pussy.
“Baby.” She cooed out as I moved my fingers in and out of her, pulling her into me. As I lay back on the bed, my cock replaced my fingers and I fuck my smell into each of her pores as her scent settles into mine. I wanted to smell her forever… take her everywhere I go. I had never felt love and she gave me that feeling of pure and absolute love.
“Don’t ever leave me,” I said to her as she rolls over my cock, her hips doing all the work as my fingers dug into her hips.
“Never, baby,” shemurmured.
“Don’t fucking hurt me either, Hannah, you know what I’ve been through.” She leaned down and her lips find mine. “I wouldn’t dare, baby.”
Clenching the blanket in my fist, I shake the assault from my mind as a chill ripples over me. How blind was I? I laid my heart out on my sleeve and she fucked it. Stomped on it and destroyed me in the progress. Dropping the blanket to the couch, I make my way up the four small steps to Jade’s room. I now have a new woman pulling at my fucking heart… making me feel shit that I know only ends in pain. But I cannot stay away from her.
